the dot
i should have stayed in bed. i've been known to make that statement before but few would argue the point today. i look wretched, feel like crap and i've undoubtedly severed the heads of most people unlucky enough to cross my path.
ironically, in the next 24 to 46 hours we will witness a tremendous transformation in mood and attitude. like a moist-winged butterfly emerging from its protective cocoon a vivid more boisterous calico will grace the scene once again.
like the flicking of a switch or a snapping twig these foul, demonic hormones will vacate my body and i'll experience at least a week of feeling and looking a little less like jabba the hutt.
what's that? i didn't have to consume all that chilean merlot and dove dark chocolate? well darlings, at any given time of the cycle that might sound like perfect sense but at the moment you'd likely draw back a bloody stump should you attempt to remove my fix.
so look for me tomorrow or perhaps the next day, just now i am still very much the caterpillar.
prevention is kinder than destruction. each year over six million healthy dogs, cats, puppies and kittens are killed as surplus. remember: neuter, spay and don't let them stray!