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Dogs are not gleaming quite so brightly today.

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humor...
I have been enjoying the uplifting, light kindheartedness of laughter this morning. It comes at a very timely phase.
I think one day that we will laugh about this morning. I was thinking why not today. Well for one, I would never want to be unkind over another suffering. My Beloved told me that it is often humor that gets him through the challenges of our "life uncommon".
He is home now sleeping on the couch. This is, in our 25+ years of marriage unheard of!
He is awaiting a doctor appointment later this mid day....
Well that is where humor could come in... It would be at great risk however, being so close to the storm.
Oh My Sweet Hubby!
I had one of those mornings...
You know the ones that you wonder why you need to bother to react to it at first because of the grove in the record. Don't know why you keep setting the needle down when its gonna do the same thing. For those of you youngsters who can't relate we used to play albums, you can look it up in an encyclopedia. In my youth when the music skipped we just bumped the player and it would skip to the next grove and the song would continue. Well that's the norm come morning in our master bedroom. Flanked on the floor of each side of our bed we have a large dog. Willy Wonka bar J. and Rena the queen. We have kept them in our room, even though, the album keeps getting in the rut for several reasons. The effect of their presence has been like having a infant all over again for the last two years of Willy's measured life.
As the album of our mornings slip into the annoyance of dogs scratching , Wills' jowl slurping and Rena biting her paws Hubby will snap his finger, SHISH them, demand no quiet and all manner of efforts to get that morning tune back, so he can return to sleep where he belongs.
Due to the laminate flooring if we try to put a different album on It would be awakening to "heavy metal"(as in what you doing mom?...oh, sleeping...) blaring with the audience (kids) hurling through the sky's (of our bedroom doors) and no end to the concert till 10 pm that night would be achieved!
There is a definition that comes to mind here..." doing the same thing and expecting different results :{ ", but dog gone it by the end of a day who has the forethought to change that old album!

So this morning armed with all the useless tricks, sent well into utter frustration, without forethought, the dog met foot with terrible effects...(dog is fine). Hence Husband sleeping on couch because he was in too much pain to walk back into work after lunch.
Sleeping now he is. So are the Dogs flanking me feet. For I too have to remove the needle off the grove to get some peace and quiet that the wounded man needs.
I'll keep you posted as to whether it is broken.
Mean while they will sleep in the bathroom if they don't just find another (whine) grove to disturb or slumbers song.

POST SCRIPT his foot was not broken ,sprained and bruised. see post