|Marcy’s Memorial Weekend|
Cynthia frantically rushes around the house looking for her swimsuit.
Cynthia: Hey, Marcy! Wake up!
Marcy: Buzz off. I’m catching some Z’s and absorbing the D.
Cynthia: It’s almost Memorial Day Weekend. Let’s go to the beach. Let’s take a road trip. Let’s have a barbecue party.
Cynthia: No? It’s almost summer. We need to celebrate with the rest of the world. Party Hardy!
Marcy: No. I’m staying on my comfy blanket in my sunspot. I’m going to enjoy the peace and quiet.
Cynthia looks outside and sees the mass movement of humanity trapped in traffic trying to get to the beach and barbecue parties.
Cynthia: Move over, Marcy. I’m joining you.
Cynthia gets comfy next to Marcy.
Cynthia (yawning): Sigh… It’s been a crazy month. A long cat nap sounds nice.
Cynthia zonks out immediately – snoring and drooling with her mouth hanging open.
Marcy: Never underestimate the restorative power of the Z.