For No Particular Reason
It is now 7:18 p.m. (Eastern time, of course), and my beloved bulldog, Mildred, officially Chadwin VII’s Mildred Pierce, has yet to arise from her bed for the day. (“Her” bed being mine, of course, with the added advantage today of my having left my pillow thereupon, creating an entirely new set of strange positions in which Mildred might lie.)