Breakfast goo! Moo goo gai Pancakes. This is what sprouted barley and oats with wheatgrass look like when they stayed up way too late watching Kurosawa movies with bird guts. There’s some baby spinach and yogurt, too—but they not only enjoyed uninterrupted and unassisted sleep, they’ve already had their own breakfast.
We went out on a post-lunch coma errand and came home to this:
All I know is that there was an apple on the counter and it wasn’t there when we returned.
Here’s some egg shells that used to be in the sink, waiting to be taken out to the compost. Who knows how it got on the floor, right next to a dog foot.
I know there is a pizza crust that fell behind the oven, but no one else knows about it. Definitely not a brown dog with a big black nose.
I do appreciate the thought process, nevertheless. Like inventors. I want to think that way.