I should have listened to the cat

Charlie was trying to tell me something last night.

Well, it was actually about 3:00 this morning.

What does your nightstand look like?  Mine has very little wood showing through all the clutter.  On any given night, you can find the lamp, books, a picture of me and Sir from 2000, my pills, my phone, my charging Kindle and my glass of water. 

Charlie must have ESP; he must have known something was going to happen.    Last night, he woke me up by knocking over the water glass on to all things electrical and expensive.  I bolted from my slumber to rescue the goods and dry off everything the water had touched.  In the process I had a few choice words for Charlie and his late night shenanigans.  It took me forever to fall back asleep. 

I think he was trying to tell me just to stay in bed today.  He was giving me a warning.  He must have known.

Today was my day to work in our Columbia office.  As it became time for me to leave, the rain started pouring.  There's nothing worse than riding in an air conditioned car while wet, don't you think?  So, in attempt to avoid this, I chose to run to my car.  Well, run might be a bit strong, how about jog? 

I was three or four steps into my jog, in my very high heels, when I put my left foot into a pothole and DOWN went my fluffy body.  Down onto the wet pavement.  Down on my hands and knees.  Down in the wet graveled parking lot feeling like a total idiot.  Down.  Down.  Down.  I took my wet clothes, wet knees and very injured pride into the cold car and headed home.  All that trying to avoid and I had just run (jogged) right into the face of it.  And then fell into it. 

Idiot.

Charlie, I shoulda listened to ya buddy.