Musings Upon a Mother's Day

A good night's sleep seems to have been enjoyed by one and all, and mercifully, the neighbors did not get up early for another Whacking Day in their backyard. The two cats especially appeared to enjoy luxuriating in and amongst our limbs, stretching and gazing at us langorously, perhaps thinking, why the hell are you idiots getting out of bed?
Got Mother out for two long walks today, and myself out for a run and workout; walked over to the store to get some items for dinner. The balmy early day has turned into a dark, chilly one, so I'm thinking I'll try making a tapas-style omelette with eggs, potatoes and onions to accompany the chicken kabobs and asparagus. No sight of or sound from the Young One yet, but that can change quickly.
Very disturbing dreams at some point in last night's repose, thanks, I am sure, to the increasing creepiness of Moby Dick's wind up and denoument...even Ahab wonders why the fuck he can't quit huntin' that big Dick.
A pleasant evening was had by all...