If you live in the city, or can afford to exploit others to do your yard work, you may not see the humor in this.
But there I was, feeling all smug and satisfied with myself.
After an overnight frost, I’d gotten to work with the leaf blowers and had cleaned off the gravel between the house and shop/office/gym building. It was a great feeling of satisfaction.
Zeus the Cat, supervising there off to the left, then sent me a telepathic message. “Hey Fatso! Look at the roof, you idiot….”
He’s still running. This is why God made hot buttered rum for the fall. And it stands as proof that even after more than 70-years, I still don’t know everything.
Write. Make it a double.