We used to have a ritual when we lived in Eureka. Every morning after breakfast, I'd nudge Mom on her leg and then go sit by the door so I could go outside. Back in the old days when I had outside privileges.
Now that we're alone again, I've taken to sitting by the door to go out after breakfast. As if Mom's really going to let me out now. Not! I probably wouldn't run away, but she just doesn't trust me anymore in these matters. Guess I'll have to defer to her wisdom, I simply have no other option.
Oh well, not to worry. As we speak, I'm laying on a big pillow on the couch next to Mom, scooched up against her while she's transcribing my narrative. Life is good on this dreary Sunday morning. Glad I don't have to go out in it!