Xardos was miserable today. He suffers from depression when his blood-sugar gets too low. I had promised to take him out for breakfast but I didn't stop working on the damned novel until about midday. Eventually he snapped. I quickly took him out for tea and mushrooms on toast but he didn't speak again until this evening. Finally he said, "I'm hungry". The only food in the house was a can of duck confit and haricot beans. When I tried to open the can, the can opener succumbed to metal fatigue. With Xardos prowling and scowling I took to the can with a hammer and screwdriver.
Ordinary fool
Diary for loon, load for irony, or randy folio...
The importance of breakfast
Although going out for breakfast sounds a good idea, sometimes it takes more energy and time to achieve than is available (as Xardos found out). Really the best way to make sure the grumps and shaky hands don't set in before midday, is to encourage Xardos (or another kindly one at hand) to deliver breakfast direct to you before rising to face the day! Begone misery and fatigue! (metal or otherwise)