Damp Day/ Damp Mood

Yesterday we didn't get out to check the
mail at the usual time.
I tried to get Mom to go, but she kept
telling me to be quiet and that she wasn't feeling
up to it at the moment.

Whatever.

I persisted until well after sunset.

Finally she got going.

When we went outside I noticed something was amiss.

Even though I could hear the pitter-patter of Angel's

feet coming through the ceiling as usual,

her balcony had undergone a disturbing transformation.

That, combined with the fact that it rained a bit,

put a total damper on my day.

Even though Uncle came to visit,

I was sullen.

It felt like hours later when Mom decided to take

me for a nighttime recon.

I was surprisingly reluctant.

After much contemplation, I moved from

the doorway to the edge of the patio.

After a long pause Mom consented to carry

me across the wet grass.

The concrete was wet as well, but tolerable.

I didn't stay out for very long.

When we came inside I went up to my

Ultimate Box of Rebellion just long enough

for Mom to notice.

Then I tried to play for awhile, but because of my mood

it just came out as feisty attitude.

So I returned to my sulking spot on the back of the couch.

SIGH.