Holy Cats

As I waited for Madeleine during her dance class, I sat in a quiet spot at the community center to do my homework. There they have a senior citizens' daycare center and a few older people were escorted by me. A very old lady, clad in pastel green pants and pastel striped blouse slowly walked by, hunched over her cane. She said, "Holy cats. Busy, busy, busy." Then she said it again and again and again, all the way out the door.

She may not be all there, but at least she thinks there's a lot to do. That can't be too bad.