It is mid-afternoon when I lie down on the soft quilt. The cat curls up next to my stomach. Feeling my deep breaths, he adds his purring as if to help encourage my aching legs to relax. The ceiling fan gently cools my skin.
Wake up that guy sleeping in bed before the sun rises. Check. Wait in the kitchen for that guy to dish out my food. Check. Go back to bed and get in a nap before that girl wakes up to rub my belly as she makes the bed. Check.
It’s August in Texas, so I don’t have to tell you it is hot. The National Weather Service has just published instructions on how to bake lasagna in your mailbox, fry an egg on the sidewalk, and bake biscuits on the dashboard of your car.