Day 6 & 7: No restitution, just keep going...

The difficulty of a goal as simple as this one is the ease with which you can fail on any given day. Yesterday was wonderful. Yesterday was incredibly busy. Yesterday, there was no writing. So, today, will doubling up make up for it? Nope. I didn't write yesterday. However, I do want to have a story for every day, so today we get a double header, including a story that involves a mouse in a box of bisquik. Why? Because my friend told me to write a story with a mouse in a box of bisquik... simple enough.

Now, why would a mouse end up in a box full of Bisquik you might ask? It could be the ending of a complex and fascinating story, or it could be what it is, a quick look at the ingenuity of a not so smart mouse. Musk was a strange little fellow. A bit bigger than all the other mice and not quite as quick, in all departments. One day, after a visit outside with his friend Felix (it's important I tell you now that Felix is a possum), Musk decided he had an incredible idea for dealing with the family cat. It began with a trip to the cabinet, filled with a death defying and entirely instinctual run of desperation with the tabby on his tail. Breathless, he dashed through a crack and after a short stint of very labored breathing, he climbed up where he knew he'd find it - flour! Or, as you can well guess by now, Bisquik. Well, the fellow gnawed his way into the box and before long he had made quite the mess, which, not surprisingly, was exactly what he had intended to do in the first place. Now feeling quite white, and quite bold, for reasons that I won't yet share since it would defeat the purpose of me continuing the story. His strut did not cease, even as he walked out into the open floor of the kitchen. A tempting treat to the cat who had not gone far and who was now stalking him playfully and wondering a bit at why the rather plump mouse was not running. It was here that our little Musk set his plan in motion and enacted what was considered to be the worst death scene any mouse had ever seen. They were watching of course. This was also followed by the quickest dispatch of a mouse in the history of the house and a very satisfied cat. Of course, from that day forward the cat was always on the lookout for bisquik dusted mice, and strangely enough, this foolish act led to some peace and quiet for non Bisquik coated mice for at least two years, and Musk became famous, post-humously of course. And if that seems rather pointless, well, likely it is, except for those mice who found their freedom in a finicky feline with a taste for Bisquik.

& for today, Sunday the 7th... post Super Bowl, post New Orleans Saints victory over the Indianapolis Colts. One of the best Super Bowls I've seen in a long time, as well as the most enjoyable half time show I've seen in a long time. That said.... well what should I write about?

Reserved for two... Reserved for two... Reserved for two! The words echoed hollowly in their ears as they walked from restaurant to restaurant, cafe to cafe, coffee shop to coffee shop. Every place setting by sight, sound or setting marked, "For 2." And to add insult to injury in a lonely town, the words were etched on little signs at every table and every stop. Eventually, everyone found themselves gathered in one place and in an act of united misery cried out in shared sorrow. But in the midst of this "Single Awareness", couples begin to walk away from the mass to take their places around the town in the company of a special someone. Bitter eyes, longing eyes, followed every couple that developed out of this mass. Of course, given the opportunity to leave themselves they would. So, they cursed and spurned the lovers, while they themselves looked for love. Until such time as they to could sit at a table "Reserved for two."