Think Too Much

There are NO matters so small, so very tiny that I'm unable to blow up into a big fucking deal. Ya know, one which requires deep analysis. Something as relatively simple as, do Jen and I have weekend tea time here or at their place today (Saturday). This necessitates careful consideration and significant scrutiny. Expert advise (Ten) is required.

You’re, doubtless, thinking ‘the fuck?!’ or something along those très insightful lines. Yeah well, lemme just bullet point all that’s in play.

Pros of Going To Jen and Oni’s for tea:

• I get the exercise of walking down and up half a dozen steps, walkering across my living room and the breezeway between our houses, more steps, more walkering and other simple bits to get from my bed to their living room. These are simple and easy IF you have a pair of fully functioning legs.
• We’d get to watch Lucifer! We’re just at the start of the season where God, in total Dad garb, has come to L.A. to spend a few weeks with his sons!
  

Lucifer's Dad

Cons:

• It’s 90 bazillion degrees out today. Ten and Jen would have to carry my wheelchair (which I sit in while watching teevee) downstairs, tote it next door (IN THIS HEAT!) and then, after tea, bring it back here and upstairs (IN THIS HEAT!). I’m just NOT that much of a demanding demon (close though, close).
• But today was supposed to be my exercise day off! OK, I already blew that by taking a shower. YES, that totally counts as exercise!
• I don’t get to watch Star Trek: Discovery. EVERY damn episode ends on a cliffhanger, or so it seems, and I NEED to find out what happens next.
  

All of this needed to be carefully weighed out and discussed before I could make a decision. Eventually it all came down to Coco. She really enjoys it when just us three girls hang, nosh and roll over the minutiae of each episode. Yes, of course my kitten has opinions and needs to share them!

Coco's take on season three, episode two where Discovery has just come through wormhole and landed on a planet with rather unpleasant sorts? Georgiou should’ve been allowed to off that filthy dilithium thief. Our kitten could totally relate—the creep was the human equivalent of a vile mouse. Georgiou needed to have some fun toying with the little shit, then go in for the ‘bored-now’ kill.

Ultimately, we all decided that the smart bet was to stay in my air conditioned bunker watching Star Trek with Coco (she approved of our choice). Today won’t be so abysmally sweltering, I’ve had my exercise day off and Coco has, reluctantly, given me a hall pass for tea time. OK then, no further thought processing need today. Yea!

And in the night
My father came to me
And held me to his chest
He said there's not much more that you can do
Go on and get some rest
And I said yeah
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
   Paul Simon—Think Too Much