this morning #109.

this morning, her hands were acting up again, as the aching randomly radiated down her arm & into her fingertips. standing at the kitchen counter thinking about what to have for breakfast, she looked out at the backyard & was immediately treated to the spectacle of a fat-ass woodchuck ambling around her vegetable garden having a breakfast of its own. though she’d opened the patio door & yelled quite colorful expletives in its direction, the plump rodent continued munching away unfazed. she’d had enough. with a whistle, her faithful ol’ companion rowlf was at her heel, staring & drooling at the garden intruder. when she cracked opened the door, his teeth solved her problem.