TIME FOR A KEEPER??

I was in that delicious state of half wakefulness when the body feels no sense of connection to the earth and seems to float peacefully.  There are no cares, no drama, just bliss and the lingering images of a fun dream.

I'm sure there is probably a drug that gives this same effect and I am positive it is hugely popular but my sense of well being then was just from extreme drowsiness after a delightful nights sleep. One of those times you realize how blessed you are to be retired and have no demands like work or a schedule to spoil the mood.

Oh, maybe not work but a small dog can be just as disturbing. I heard Callie outside the bedroom door softly whining her need to go outside.  At least it starts out soft and imploring but soon escalates to a cranky, loud demand. "Get your lazy butt up if you want a dry floor. I am doing my best to keep it in."

Slowly so as not to shatter the mood, I swung my feet off the bed and found the shorts that I keep handy for a quick cover up when style isn't important. They are an old, loose fitting pair of stretch Bermuda shorts from my fattest days. They offer a tad of modesty yet are easy to put on each morning when I let Callie out. They keep my exposure to a minimum for the passing traffic as I open the door.
  
Turning my dog out in the morning while facing a fairly busy highway is just one of the reasons I keep the baggy shorts around and near the bed. They are my, "Oh crap, is that a tornado I hear?" prep clothes.  However they are also handy for, "geez Louise, the house is on fire."  They are my emergency cover ups when exposure is  imminent.  Not stylish but effective.

Trying to keep my delightfully mellow mood undisturbed, I gently slid one leg in the shorts, then the other.   Things seemed just a bit off and I when stood up to pull them up, I almost fell over. Somehow I had put both legs in the same leg hole.

Sheesh, how many years have I've been doing this successfully without conscious thought?  Probably 75, as the first couple of years I was pretty much hit and miss. Perhaps I am reentering that poor aiming toddler phase.

Then the giggles started especially when I found my legs went in the leg hole easier than they came out. No doubt I am getting a step closer to needing a keeper.

Have you found subtle warning signs such as this lately? Care to share? I won't tell.