A Whirlwind of a Visit…

“What are you doing?” I asked Charlie as he handed me an Arby’s sack with the biggest and heaviest roast beef sandwich I had ever seen.

“Here’s you a snack for work,” he told me as he feverishly began cleaning my kitchen.

Charlie also brought an odd mix of a bag of potato chips, a giant cup of iced sweet tea, and some candy left from Halloween. I walked into the kitchen as Charlie proceeded to clean Maggie and Caramel’s food bowls and then began cleaning my kitchen afterwards.

“I have to be at work in an hour,” I told Charlie nervously.

“I won’t be long,” Charlie replied. “I promised your father I would help you out while he was gone.”

Horsefly had begun his usual routine of flushing my toilet over and over.

“He’s checking out the performance of your toilet,” Charlie said with Cheshire grin. “He’s making sure everything is working okay.”

I burst out laughing as Charlie continued to grin as he cleaned my stainless steel sink.

Tis the Season for Returning Back to Normal…. 

I am proud to report that work has settled back into the calm and quiet status quo I enjoyed before the  holidays began. I had a small flurry of customers at midnight and then things settled back down again.  I spent much of the evening stocking shelves of the many items we had sold out of during the Christmas shopping season.  It was mundane, but oddly pleasing work in a way.  

My friend from the grocery department visited around three AM and bought his deli sandwich, chips, and a drink.  He wanted to know if I had a good Christmas.

“I couldn't have asked for a better one,” I told him with a pleased look on my face.

We then got in a political discussion about that politician Christine O’Donnell about her once claiming she was a Wiccan.

“Most people need to be worried about her being a fruitcake rather than a witch,” I told Jim matter-of-factly.

Jim just laughed in agreement and was glad she didn’t get elected.

I’ve Set a Precedent…

I could hear Maggie barking loudly inside as I got out of my car this morning upon returning home from work. 

“Hold your horses,” I told Maggie and Caramel as they wiggled wildly for their morning sausage biscuit and hashbrown. 

This is my version of saying sorry for being gone all night.  Both dogs take great satisfaction from this routine I started before Christmas.  I was afraid Dr. Thomas would tell me Maggie had gained too much weight and I would have to be more careful with what I fed her.  Luckily, he said she was fine.