The Best-Laid Plans
I was half-awake. It was around 3:30 in the morning. With eyes shut, I was forming a vague plan to mow my backyard before showering and heading off to the barber shop.
A clap of thunder and a loud and heavy storm moved in. The dog, not a fan of thunder, walked over to my side of the bed to be assured that the world was not ending. I told her that all would be well and that she was far better off than the fox family that walks along our back wall.
My wife was asleep throughout all of this, although I think I saw a slight smile.