The Hungry Barbarian

I really don’t have much to say, this has been a mind numbing day at best. Hearing my sister pray for good weather so she can jump in the water is great (she doesn’t get many days off from work), but that only occupies the mind so much; I just want this to be over.  I’m trying to do whatever I can to pass the time, but no matter what my mind wanders back to the agonizingly close finish line.   Is this how a marathon runner feels?  I’ll never know because I’ll never be doing that.  Its just stupid.

See, I know irony.

Even on this last day though Nature has the last laugh.  Despite the mist, clouds and rain, I planned on an easy straightforward day, so I made enough food this morning for both breakfast and dinner.  My day should have been set.  

After finishing the first half, I covered the pot and set it on the table safe and sound.  I would be set for tonight and go to bed full.  

Laying down for a nap, I thought all was right in my world, but a loud clatter proclaimed otherwise.

This is the scene I came upon:

Who could the culprit be?

I was torn between murdering my dog, murdering then eating my dog, or murdering my dog and then braising it along with the tomatoes, onions and garlic to make a fine stew.  Tough options.  The latter two in particular were high on my list as they fit the theme of this week.  Plus I’m hungry.  

In a fit of benevolence however I decided upon a third course: the dog would live.  

Instead I’m going to go hungry this last night in order to honor Nature, this entire adventure but most importantly, irony.  Without it, I wouldn’t be laughing (or crying).  

I couldn’t have scripted a better finish.   

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