In the wee hours of the morning, Zen heaved herself up the stairs not once but twice because FunkyPlaid and I were too asleep to pay attention to her. Goodness knows how long it took her to climb the stairs, but she did it. After accomplishing that feat, Zen shoved the bedroom door open and yowled at the top of her lungs.
That was a fun way to wake up.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: Maria Bamford’s “Ask Me About My New God!”