Temptation

It is warm today; a bit cloudy, but a pleasant 75 degrees Fahrenheit. After posting earlier today my explanation of the Furball’s nesting on my notebook computer, Alex and I went outside to play. I sat on the deck with a cup of coffee and a book. (My nose-hose reaches this spot on the deck quite well).

Eventually I nodded off and catnapped until Alex decided that he would join me and leaped upon my belly, awakening me from my nap. With Alex snuggling in my arms (and on my Santa-like belly), I napped some more until both Alex and I decided it was time for lunch.

Now, here’s the rub: my next month’s supply of food from NutriSystem is supposed to be delivered today. It arrives via UPS in a very large box—so large that I needed to put it on my portable dolly to bring it into the house. Since my movement has been limited over the past several months, I have purchased quite a few items—clothing, books, and now food—from Internet sites and almost all of them are delivered by UPS, whose major U.S. hub is located here in Louisville. Usually, if I do not answer the doorbell (as you know, I do a lot of napping, with or without Alex), the UPS delivery person takes the package around to the back of the house and leaves it on the deck near the back door.

Thus, after lunching this afternoon, I was surprised to notice a form stuck to the window of my front door. UPS had been to the house but had not left the delivery. This is the first time they have ever not taken a package to the back and put it on the deck.

The form asked that I sign it to authorize UPS to leave it on the porch and stick it back on the door. Of course I have followed the instructions. (If you know me well, you comprehend that in my old age I am enough of a non-conformist not to always follow instructions).

I realize that at this point in this epistle that I have not yet told you what the real “rub” is. Well, dear reader, the issue is that I am now out of NutriSystem food! And, I am tempted to telephone Pizza Hut and have a large, thin-crust sausage and mushroom pizza delivered for my dinner.

I am fighting that temptation; however, as Mae West said, I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it. My resistance grows weaker as my desire for that large, thin-crust sausage and mushroom pizza increases!