Who can relate to being lost within familiar surroundings? It only lasts a moment and then normalcy returns. But when it happens it is like I hacked up my brain through my lungs – like the temporary tooth I spat out yesterday because of my sinus infection. I forced myself to the doctor today. This whole train of thought came as I considered how I “lost” Comet when I got home today. I greeted Dexter but was not mauled by Comet. Where had Comet had gone?
Maybe it is the concoction of cough medicine, mucous relief, allergy pills, vitamins and a menthol cough drop. Or a dip in my blood pressure. Probably the caffeine I’ve ingested all day has worn off. I am again feeling like a character in a Dostoyevsky novel.
All the while Dexter looking apologetic and following me, Comet was in the garage. He had gone past me as I came into the kitchen.
I am dog-tired. 
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