Okay, not where I wanted to be right now (as in finished) but I do have until 9 AM PST so I’m not feeling the heat. Just finished the final spit and polish (mostly spit) on my first critical essay and decided it was time for a break. It’s nearly 10 PM, and back in the ol’ college days (way back, some of you kids might not have been around back then) this was when the co-op I lived in would dole out snack. Sometimes it would be a brick of zucchini bread, sometimes some sort of cake-y thing, and on really special nites it would be chocolate chip cookie night. Oh, how we lined up early for snack when word got out about chocolate chip cookies!
But now, at home in the here and now, a quick break with some peanut butter zigzag ice cream. And a thought:
There was a time in this continent’s history when the population of dogs and cats was zero. Or close to it compared with the numbers today. That’s just a strange thought to me, that 300 years ago you could find native populations but no domesticated cats. Now you can’t walk down to the corner store without seeing them watching you like the neighborhood patrol.
And certainly you didn’t see any colonial citizens conducting their daily chores with a little fashion accessory dog in their hands, so those came later.
Just an odd, random thought, something my brain is using as a diversionary tactic to keep me from thinking to hard.