This morning, I thought I’d add a teaspoon of turmeric to my coffee since I have a cough and cold.  It was raining hard and I dashed outside to grab my newspaper which, despite being diligently tied and wrapped in plastic, was still sopping because a dog bit through the package.

 I left the paper to dry on the stairs and, balancing an assortment of small bowls and my coffee mug in one hand, I unlocked the door to my studio where I’m fostering a family of kittens and their mom.  Lately, they are interested in coming outside, so I did the keep-kitties-away-from-the-door-toe-step, but stumbled on one, and dropped the mug.Unlike my other travel mug, this mug has open vents.  

Turmeric is vivid saffron marigold yellow, and so was my coffee.  

And now the floor, the rug, the table.  

There went my think -I’ll -go -spend -time -with -the -kittens -and -drink- coffee -and -read- the- paper Sunday morning dream.  

I used the paper to clean up.

Turmeric stains.  

It looks like that other yellow associated with cats.

 I am thinking I will call my studio “It’s Only Turmeric.”