When you woke up this morning, did you you think you would have anything to say? Neither did I, so I began to speak in phrases and a sentence here and there – no interrogatives – no chances for answers or agreements to listen. For there was work to be done, so I called your cat and she sat near the blinds and blinked at me. You glared at me. I stared at the door. Now I am here, typing this – double-bolted door and shotgun in arms. Just in case.