I neither own Andy Griffith nor any of its components. I do not intend to make or accept any money for my creations, it is purely made for public and personal enjoyment.
Andy Taylor woke up with a chill. It was six-thirty a.m., Tuesday, October 24th, 1969. He shuffled back the warm covers which he was loath to remove, as the house was quite cool. He wondered if Aunt Bee had gotten up yet, as she usually wakes up even earlier than him to get breakfast ready and the house to a suitable temperature.
Andy sat up, goose-pimply and tinged with a splash of morning color on his face. He stretched out his long limbs, breathed in a huge sigh, and finally got the will to rise to his feet.
Coming down the stairs in his navy-blue checkered bathrobe, Andy saw Aunt Bee in her own little, pink bathrobe, washing some leftover dishes from last night's custard, and noticed she had tidied the rest of the house since. He grinned to see the same adorable sight of his aunt that he had seen nearly every morning for the past 11 years.
"Woman is almost 64 years old and she still works more dedicated than an ox," Andy said to himself, stretching once more and coming down the stairs. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching his Aunt circle a dainty, rose-themed plate with an old dish rag... Swish, swish, swish...
"Mornin', Aunt B-"
"Oh, Andy, you scared me!" Aunt Bee jumped, and turned her head for a second, and resumed to her duties.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I can see you've already been working away this mornin'. Any particular reason?"
"Why, yes, Clara and the girls are coming over for a game of bridge at noon."
"I thought Bridge night was Thursday nights?"
"Yes, it is, but Clara and Melinda are going to a pickler's convention in Mt. Pilot on Thursday, so we postponed it so that everyone could be involved."
"Oh. Well that's awful considerate of you."
"Well, I just figured..." Beatrice's voice trailed off. The woman was tired. And, quite honestly, she didn't feel like having the girls over. She really just felt like eating a hearty breakfast, switching on her favorite doctor soap, and falling asleep in the midst of the Southern autumn day. Oh, she forgot to turn the heat up for the morning-!
"Mind if I switch on the heat?" Andy said going into the living room to find the thermostat.
"No, not at all! In fact I just realized that I forgot to do that this morning," Aunt Bee sighed, "things seem to be slipping my mind a lot easier these days..."