Some days I seem to wake more groggily than others, and this morning was one of them. I staggered into the kitchen for coffee, saw a cup sort of shaped like the one I prefer to drink out of, and poured the mocha colored stuff toward the center of it. My timing was ok, however, and I didn’t overfill my cup. A couple of Oreo’s and I was on my way to my studio.
I like the word studio. It is an exalted name for the place where I journal, write irritating barbs aimed at editors and journo’s, comment on friends posts, and harass the parakeet. Oh yeah. Share my cookies with the four legged mooches who follow me in.
[Delete political sarcasm paragraph]
[Delete factual report on Beto da plastic Mexican]
** Refill cup
So now armed with a refill, I continue.
Snooks is still on the treadmill, the rains are returning later in the week, and it is still too cool outside for anything other than a bundled-up walk, so this week looks like another indoor week. But I like that too. My studio is almost perfectly laid out to my liking now. The bird has a spot by the window where she can watch the activity outdoors. I have a daybed for napping, I just repaired my $49 executive chair, so it should be good for awhile.
God grants me another day of idling …