Monday, June 18, 2007
The house is quiet, eerily so. The commotion of early June has faded to ghostly echoes. There is no longer a trail of clutter to make appearances known, nor do trunk loads of groceries mysteriously disappear. When more than one bag boy has to be mandated to assist your cashier, something is amiss. These anomalies are to be pondered in the vacuum of time. So distraught by the disruption, the family pup struggles for normality and seeks solace with the master's increased attention. The invaders have gone back to where they came but with the promise to return, and most likely be even more rejuvenated for their next attack. The current inhabitants smile, wipe a tear from their eye, but vow to have a better strategy in play for next time.