SB LACROIX

18 May, 2010 – Tuesday, 4:00pm

The black dog has been with me for some time now, and even the simplest of chores seem overwhelming. The days slip idly by and I’ve little inclination to do anything about it. I wish I could, and I make mental plans to; but while the body is willing, the brain chemistry is weak.

I have it on good source that the dust bunnies are building an army. It seems they are planning a hostile takeover. Riding on their dirty backs are the dust mites; nasty creatures, unable to be seen by the human eye, all but their sharp teeth. Soon I shall need rally, grab the all-powerful vacuum, and put an end to their miserable existence, along with their evil plot to rule my humble abode.

19 May, 2010 – Wednesday, 11:12am

The pendulum has swung the other way and the black dog now sleeps. When moods shift the only thing one can do is make hay while the sun shines and simply survive in the darkness.

Today, I wage war on the dust bunnies. Prepare to die, you tumble weed like beings, along with the miserable mites who ride you into battle. The mighty vacuum is on its way and your dusty little bodies will soon be history!

Then it’s off to the laundry room. I hope the washing machine and dryer are up to the task. As the clothes swish and spin, I’ll tackle as many household chores as I can before the day surrenders to night. I never know when the pendulum will swing again, the black dog will wake, and I’ll fight the demon of a dis-ease that lives in a darkness I have known all my life.

20 May, 2010 – Thursday, 1:23pm

The black dog remains in its slumber for now. I have been eyeing a few projects gathering dust. I put pen to paper for a bit and jotted down a few ideas. I then allowed my thoughts to wander whilst having a cup of tea.

I suspect the cat had been negotiating terms of surrender with the dust bunnies. Her shedding gray hair greatly adds to the dust bunny horde. I surmise she was attempting to limit the need for the vacuum as the sound of it frightens her. She must think her negotiations fell on deaf dust bunny ears as war was waged and they were defeated.

As sweet as victory may be, it is temporary, of course, both with the dust bunnies and the black dog. Soon their dusty little bodies shall grow in number as they always do, helped along by the shedding hair of my beloved cat. The black dog shall return and beckon me into the darkness it so loves. Whilst in that darkness, my house shall fall under dust bunny rule as the sound of my keyboard keys clicky-click-click-click their way to the words that will save me.