Snookums rose before me today so the coffee pot was ready in the kitchen, and she was in the studio entertaining da budgie. It was a long, sleepy slog to the pot, but I made it. Then on down the hall to the studio carefully balancing the cup so that it didn’t spill on the new carpet, and plop down in my $49 Office Depot executive chair. I think I bought it in 1987 or so, and the armrests are shredded, and need to be covered with old towels to keep from pinching the skin. But it fits my bottom.
Twice a year I dig out the hex keys and tighten everything up. If I forget it, I am rewarded with the chair back coming loose and dumping me on my head. I just noticed it is getting rickety, so it is tightening time again in Texas.
And da Budgies favorite playlist, Celtic banjo, is on the google puck. The windows are still wet from the rains and dew, but I think they are over, now. Soz, I will air up the tires on the mower this week and get to mowing. I need to find someone to come by and fix the leaking tires. One more chore that has passed beyond my ability in my inexorable march to decrepitency.
But none of that before coffee.