I woke up this morning when the alarm sounded at 5:14 a.m. and dutifully hit the "snooze" button on the clock as instructed by my Beloved, the Lovely Myfanwe. 8 minutes later, when the alarm again cried out, we both rose from our slumber -- Myfanwe to walk Mitzi and I to put the coffee on. (Myfanwe -- having not availed herself of the early-voting perogatiove -- still needed to vote.)
Having dispatched my duty with my usual efficiency, I decided to climb back into bed and enjoy the warm blankets. I immediately fell asleep.
A few minutes later, the Lovely Myfanwe woke me up with the words, "I need your help. I found a dog."
On our back porch was a poor wretch which, for lack of a better word, must be described as a dog, but was only barely recognizable, being so dirty, malnourished, and matted that it looked more like a pile of refuse. I'm calling him/her Buddy for the moment. (Can't even try to determine gender -- this dog is THAT matted.)
Buddy has water and dry dog food, but hasn't sampled either. I put out a can of chicken noodle soup, thinking s/he might have dental problems which make eating dry food difficult. Nothing. And I can feel how thin s/he is.
We are going to take him/her to the neighborhood vet as soon as it opens.
Oh, did I mention Myfanwe was at the polls before they opened, has been in line for over an hour, and doesn't expect to be home before we leave for work/school?
And there are helicopters constantly overhead -- I don't know if they are part of the increased security or if they are news, but they add to the level of unrest in the house.
If you haven't voted, you better haul ass to the polling place. Take a book and a good attitude.