Wednesday, June 25, 2014 

Valentino is at the groomer. Things are a bit quieter than usual. But mom is up.

 Sandy!

What mom?

What time is it?

9:30

I better get up. 

My day has officially begun, even though I have been working on an editing job since 8:00 am. I try to get as much done before mom’s demands must be met. She’s in the kitchen now. I need to go to the store to buy some milk. She won’t eat eggs. Cereal is it!

 I have to go to the store. We’re out of milk.

You don’t have no milk?

I don’t have any milk.

Isn’t that funny?

Why is it funny, mom? Haven’t you ever run out of things before? 

Oh why do I argue? She’s not there. She no longer understands processes, the order of things. Go to the store and be done with it. I am off…