I am a creature of habit. When I am taken out of my routine for any reason; trans-Atlantic trips, long car rides, late nights, the consequences can be serious for myself and others. This is what happened when I stayed up way way way past my bedtime on Saturday night.
I woke up on Sunday morning and all but shouted the word “No!” because I was so cross to be conscious which was surprising because I generally look something like this in the morning.
Sensing the imminent danger, Tex fled the room. Normally I hop out of bed, raring to start my day; tackling dishes, cooking elaborate breakfasts, possibly penning a couple of nonsensical cards to family members.
Mornings are amazing and beautiful! I’ve decided to cancel the night, please write back and tell me how you feel about this.
The Great Unwashed”
But not this morning, instead I curled the covers around my head protecting my already hot self from the sound of an irritatingly awake world. “I am grumpy, possibly forever” and I concluded that I would stay in bed, possibly forever.
“I am no longer a person”, I thought to myself, “I am a wolverine, I shall bite the wrist of anyone who tries to extract me from my wolverine hole. Not a terrible tendon severing bite but a show of power bite, using only enough force to make them leave me alone.”
I stared at the wall, contemplating whether I should sharpen my newly feral teeth on the wood paneling when the need to pee made itself obvious and my train of thought changed slightly. “I am an untamed wolverine with excellent coordination, when I can no longer hold my bladder; I shall pee into one of the water bottles next to the bed so I can remain in my wolverine hole forever.”
I lay still a while longer thinking snarly wolverine thoughts about roaming the forest alone and eating badgers, but then my stomach growled. I ignored it. Apparently taken with the whole wolverine idea, my stomach growled again but louder. I stayed firmly ensconced in my angry, over-heated pile of blankets. “I am a super model wolverine” I thought, “Desire for nourishment is nothing. All the other wolverines wish they could ignore their hunger and bodily functions as well as me.”
I might still be in my wolverine hole if Tex hadn’t reappeared in the room and instead of pulling me from my mountain of blankets, hugged me and asked whether I wanted coffee.
Neither wolverines nor grouchy Unwasheds can resist coffee, so I got up.