Emeril and I sat eating our breakfast on an ordinary December morning. For Emeril – a bowl of cat kibble. For me – a piping, hot bowl of oatmeal. Our bellies full, we moved to the couch with plans for a rousing workout watching whatever TV marathon we could find.
We nestled into our snuggie, ready to drift off into our first catnap of the day when to our great surprise – came a knock on the door.
Boom. Boom. Boom.