Plans and a Carpet Spoiled

An old friend came in to town last night, and I stayed up a little too late talking (it's very nice to be around someone who remembers when you had potential). But instead of sleeping in like I planned, my body woke me up at the same old time I always get up - right around six in the morning - and so I decided to get up and do yoga anyway.

It takes me a while to get out of bed, though, and as I stumble down the hall to the end of the house where I do yoga, pursued by the strangely awake and restless doge, I try to clear the cobwebs so I can at least get a decent session in. 

Sudden quiet behind me, however, alerts me to something amiss, and I turn around to find the doge squatting on the carpet with a guilty look on her face while a puddle spreads beneath her.