As we adults tackle our post-overindulgence dieting resolutions, Cormac simply collapses in defeat over the gastronomical indiscretions of the holidays.*
I know. I know. You’re HUNGRY right now. That Lean Cuisine felt like an appetizer. The carrots are boring without dip. Well…think about the red button your jeans are leaving on your stomach (am I revealing too much about myself?) and when that fails to motivate you, remember feeling like this.
Just looking out for you, folks. Now wake up and get to the gym.
*There is a small chance this exhaustion was caused by too much harmonica practice. I subscribe to the Tiger Mom method.
CAUTION! Wooden floors freeze before other areas of the house (like carpet).
Babies and vehicles should proceed with caution. No rubbernecking, please.
I realize I’m bending the rules a little here, showing an evening sleep event (I’ve done this only once before) and I can’t say for sure whether this particular bedtime location change occurred while William was awake or asleep. Those of you who “know” him will agree that either scenario is possible.
When I was little, I remember occasionally falling out of my bed and screaming bloody murder for my Mom to come get me, because I was afraid of being snatched by underbed monsters. William clearly has no such fear (possibly because there is no space under his bed, I suppose). We actually opted to leave him on the floor all night, rather than waking him and disturbing his delicious repose.
Doesn’t he look snuggly? I think, though, that his puppies are cold.
Happy Friday! May you all wake up in your beds tomorrow.
After posting such an elevated nap yesterday, I came across this one (featuring our old pal, William) that showed he is equally capable of highbrow snoozing. As you can see, he is also a “Thinker.”
I had taken a picture of this thoughtful repose and felt it was the best I’d get that day. But then (as sometimes is the serendipitous event) I found him like this:
I have felt similar disquiet upon slowly waking to find my cat’s backside in my face. William needs to have a heart-to-heart (other end, William) with this puppy about couch-sharing etiquette.
I suspect he has a lot of deep thoughts on the matter.
Maybe he’ll write a book about it and pay for his own college. If he can stay awake.