Sore throat and a messy house. The cat is missing and by tomorrow, negative cash flow, which is the pretend business man’s way of saying there’ll be checks bouncing.
But it’s sunny out and today the boy and I will fill in the giant hole.
It’s cool this morning, but there are still coals in the stove. I heap on some wood and coax the fire back to life by blowing on it. My sore throat doesn’t care much for the action.
And I need a shave.
And where is the cat? I go outside and check the giant hole, just in case. Nope.