I had a long night dealing with a grumpy picky cat! She didn’t want to eat the food I gave her. The kittens were beginning to escape their box, so I said screw this and went to bed. My anxiety was through the roof!
Woke up to a cacophony of meowing. I got up and one of the kittens had actually escaped the box and was lying with Daisy. I burst out laughing. She wasn’t thrilled.
I took out the box and went back to sleep.
Chemo brain hit me hard this morning. Whenever I was conversing with my mother I was struggling with words, I kept calling Daisy by my late cat’s name, Tippy.
By the time I got to work I had recovered somewhat. I was in a good mood.
Until customers were ordering coffee. “I will have a large coffee double double” I would punch every thing in and just as I am about to take money “seniors discount”
My eye began to twitch. “No,” I announced finally after the sixth order like that. “This is how you order your coffee. A senior large coffee!”
The middle age “Karen” looked at me, “does it really matter?”
“Do you really want your coffee?” I replied.