Wednesday dawns warm and humid as the season grinds on from the equinox to the winter solstice. The summer’s heat finally broke here, but cool is still in the offing. The morning dogpile is in full swing. I don’t know what the primal urge is for them, but seldom does any dog sit one out. But I don’t do dogpiles and watch the joy from the comfort of my $49 executive chair, coffee cup in hand.
The newsies have cooled it for the day now that the next round of political assassinations deliberations are penciled into the congressional calendars. Forget respect and honor. We are talking principles here. Or something like that.
But the pause does let good news seep through. An online friend finds their cat who had gotten out. In this part of the country, cats do not fare well outdoors, so this is a special delight.
My oft abused body has sort of returned to an acceptable state if not perfect state of functioning. It has been awhile. It is hard to adjust downward from my old 2600 calorie lifestyle to 2000 <. The servings seem so small, but sure do make a difference when I go to bed. 2600 calories and suffer. 2000 calories and I sleep. The choice is clear. But I have never governed myself with good choices.
So the morning continues. Coffee. News. Staring out the window and musing.