First Day

The kitchen is a mess. I am full.

The side dishes - a store-bought salad and sweet potatoes with butter - were, well, adequate. The two dishes I put effort into, the pilaf and the pecan pie, were excellent (save for, perhaps, a slightly burnt undertaste in the pie).

The dogs are discontent, because I didn't let them lick the plate. (Onions in the pilaf - tabu!) I did give them treats, though.

"Full" may not be the word. "Replete" may come closer. I think I'm going to lie down for a while.

Completeness

Now I know that, when my time comes, I will be able to say that I have seen the far edge of humor.

I have read these words, seriously spoken:

"Too late. Like an unkempt furry mob, the llamas lunged at my son."