Heal thyself; or Duck

I am a very literal person. It's a personality defect I cannot seem to cure. If you are dating me and get all worked up about the toppings on the pizza, I will believe you are upset about the pizza and not something else. If you come home from work after a bad day and are crabby, that will be my fault because you are crabby at me. I have been trying to be more astute, but I think I did well just to recognize that I am too literal, OK?

My poor daughter has only talked to me once since Molly the Best Dog in the World got sick. I mean "poor" literally. She compared her outgoing with her incoming and decided she needed to shore up the incoming to cover the outgoing. She recalled the note I had left her when I went to Toronto, saying if she wanted to steam carpets I would pay.

She called today to see if the offer was still on special. I told her it is. Truth is, I have been afraid to turn the steam cleaner on. Molly gets stressed by loud machinery and I decided to put it off a while. Besides, my back hurt. And I have a bone in my leg. I kept hoping the carpets would self clean. I told child that Molly had a few accidents while her prednisone intake was still really high. Child said she would work with that. She apparently really needs to improve her incoming.

Unfortunately, child got the brunt of my current feelings. I whined that I have been in the house almost constantly for weeks to take care of Molly. I am used to an hour a day of brisk walking, and now all I get done is power reading. I didn't take it out on her, but she did get stuck listening to enough momma whining that I think lunch will be on me next time we go out. Yeah, that is probably literal too, since I dribble a lot of food lately.