The Truth About Cats and Dogs in Black and White

Let me count the ways. First there is the way one hates to wake up in the morning only to plunk'er down in front of the smart-alec laptop, obviously smarter than any of us or even all of us. Then there is the way the hips widen and the tummy softens after multiple cookies binges and candy meltdowns. Let's not forget the impending caffeine addiction, and god help you should you forget to restock before the bean supply should exhaust itself. And naturally there is the way one misses her life, when she was interesting, and alive, and social, and ventured outside the confines of her house. Then there is the guilt, oh yes, out damn spot, the guilt of doing anything but working towards the completion of the dreaded object of your hatred. Do you think I am finished? Finished. Now there is a concept that looms drearily over ones head. Finished. As if it were a race between the tortoise and the hare. One would hope to be the tortoise slow and steady and victorious, while the napping rabbit, concedes the race but the reality is we all take naps. No I could go on, and on, and on... just like my procrastination attempts but I think I would prefer to nap or maybe get a snack.