Ah lethargy. The daughter is printing pictures on photo paper. My beloved reads baseball scores. The cat sleeps on the dining room table. Me? I am writing this... dressed and showered and packed. Ready, yet not quite ready, really... not quite ready... to go.
The cat
Lounges
On the dining room table,
A place he is never allowed,
Well,
Almost never.
We have not agreed
What time we will leave,
Each of us
In various stages
Of readiness.
Even the turtle
Has barely made it
Out of his log house.
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