Hello, dear, stop and read it as this is about you.
It was nearing 9:00 a.m. on a Saturday. I poked you and said I’d taken Zoe out and fed her around 6:30 and it was your turn. You weren’t there.
I got up and went to use the restroom, checked the kitchen clock and it was 5:30 a.m. on a Wednesday and Zoe was sound asleep on the bed.
She was taken out in fog and rain anyway, and fed, now we’re going back to bed. Time to shake things up (rain off) around here! Love you, dear. D and Z