Priorities
Flickers of light reveal a muddy mauve sky that sounds like someone shaking around big sheet of aluminum. The dog cocks his ear toward the screen door and looks at me with those almond eyes like I must have the answer, you know, 'cause us humans have all the answers for everything else.
I tell him, "God is bowling. It's glow-in-the-dark bowling. And ya know the bowling alley really needs to replace that faulty fluorescent-bulb blacklight, because listen, Snuffy, that kind of bad wiring can shoot straight down to Earth and knock a person out dead."
The dog sighs, turns in a circle, flops on his side, and carefully licks his front left paw while the storm rages on outside.
I tell him, "God is bowling. It's glow-in-the-dark bowling. And ya know the bowling alley really needs to replace that faulty fluorescent-bulb blacklight, because listen, Snuffy, that kind of bad wiring can shoot straight down to Earth and knock a person out dead."
The dog sighs, turns in a circle, flops on his side, and carefully licks his front left paw while the storm rages on outside.