Dawn Is Me

I live in a toilet.

Don’t misunderstand. I haven’t always lived in a toilet and, in fact, this house was not one when we moved into it.

It’s just that animals have been introduced into my house. I don’t mean the cats or the fish or the hamsters. I mean the rabbit.

My spouse has a rabbit. He is a doting parent and so he lets the rabbit run free in the house. Those of us with office space in the living room have more or less kept the critter confined to the kitchen and the dining room … but that, in some ways, just makes it worse.

After all, I have to cook in there and my family has to eat in there.

As far as I know, it’s not possible to housebreak a rabbit. They just go wherever they are. My husband does not appear to object to the fact that our kitchen and living room resemble the bottom of a rabbit cage. It doesn’t seem to bother him at all … possibly because he spends so much of his time in his office.

You know what’s really sad? In this state, rabbit poop is not grounds for divorce. And doesn’t that just suck?

Gino turns 50 today. (Happy birthday, sweetie!) He celebrates by visiting the Trough of Despond.

I recognize that there’s not much I can do about the peaks and valleys of his depression. He’s sought treatment. All I can do is wait.

Well, that and bake a birthday cake.

All that time we spent waiting for March and what’s the first thing Ma Nature does when it arrives? Why, only dump six or seven inches of snow on our hopeful little heads.

Ma has a great sense of humor.

The good news is that we’re scheduled for the Big Thaw this week, expecting temps to get all the way up into the 40s and 50s. Yayness!

Before you know it, I’ll be back to drinking my morning coffee on the front porch and wishing I had a laptop so I didn’t have to do my work indoors.

My beloved spouse made an announcement to me a couple of minutes ago:

Hamster TV has been replaced in the ratings by wide-screen Rabbit TV.

Evidently, the spectacle of Hamtaro trying (but not succeeding) to seduce Snowball is not as enthralling as Autumn the Rabbit licking her foot.

Autumn is the latest low-on-the-food-chain denizen of the Baker household. Gino decided to get himself a rabbit, partly because he feels she will somehow be therapeutic in his ongoing battle to keep his spirits up and partly because, “I’m just partial to small furry creatures.”

(So, if you want to entice him into having an extra-marital fling, you have to be a 4′3″ hairy woman, I guess.)

It must have worked. When I got home from grocery shopping this morning at 9:15, I had to get him out of bed. He finally was able to relax into sleep enough that he wound up being late for work.

How about that, huh? A guy who telecommutes … he works from an office in his house just off the kitchen, and he’s late for work. Can’t blame this one on MTA, can ya?