The weight of all the decisions has finally taken its toll on Dexter.
Which of ten windows should I look out of? Upstairs or down? Or I could take a nap. Couch? Chair? Top of the grandfather clock? Bed? Other couch? Maybe I should go eat some kibble. I could dump the water dish, but I did that yesterday. Kick litter out of the box? Already done. Dashed out the front door when it opened, too. I don't know..... I just can't decide..... I'm so confused. Nothing really speaks to me.
I shall stay here until a thought comes to me.