I planned to sleep in until 7am this morning. Sheryl took Matt to Penn State to look at the Honors College and it seemed like it would be quiet in the house. But Benjamin J. Cat started yowling at 6am in Steve’s room, so Steve had to get up and let him out. That woke up Snickers the Wonder Dog. She can’t tell the weekend from a weekday, and thought we were 45 minutes behind on our 5:30am walk. That woke me up.
In a flash the house went from the dulcet tones of my snoring to a full on storm of exuberant dogs and meowing cats, slamming doors and stumbling Frankies. (Well, one of each, which, when added up, was loud enough for 6:17am.)
And so it started. For the want of a nail, the kingdom was lost.
