Sore in the morning.

Gather round children, and listen to me very carefully. Based on the workout I had today, it’s entirely possible that I won’t be able to walk in the morning, or get out of bed by myself, or do anything but moan in pain. So we’re going to switch up the morning routine. R___: I’ll need you to make me breakfast for a change. You can make any breakfast you want as long as the breakfast you want to make is a bacon and Swiss omelette, some double toasted sourdough bread and a soy latte. H___: I’ll need you to actually walk your dog in the morning, which you promised to do every day, apparently because you thought the word “every” meant “none”. N___: While at breakfast, I’ll need you to do what I normally do and keep telling yourself to “eat up because it’s almost time to go,” until you’ve repeated it so many times that you can’t even tell if you’re saying the words aloud anymore or if they’ve somehow become a kind of soundtrack to your life. And B___: your only job is the most important one, which is simply to resist the urge to jump on me. Also, fair warning; this manky tie dye T-shirt that I’m wearing to bed is the same manky tie dye T-shirt that I’ll be wearing to drive carpool, so no fashion police routine. Now I’m going to bed. As always, any complaints you may have about these or other issues should be directed to the cat.