Tuesday. Dentist day. And I have a bad case of the don’t wannas.
Cloudy and gray, 50/50 chance of rain, high 80’s.
Not much I care to follow up on the news. If I see Ukraine in the headline, I move on. I don’t care. No one is going to wear orange anyway. Politicians don’t wear orange. That is just for their subjects.
Day two of Sukkot. I didn’t build a booth this year. In fact, I have probably built my last Sukkah ever. If’n it don’t have a proper roof or running water, uh uh.
Don’t wanna write either. But here I am, armed with coffee, a noisy bird, emails read, news read, and nothing left to do until it’s time to prepare for the dentist.
So my morning unfolds with duties ahead filling the empty places in my mind with mild urgency. But I firmly resolve to not make any unnecessary efforts until that second cup is consumed along with a chocolate chip cookie. THEN I will turn my thinking to the worlds intrusions into the cottony softness of my mind. Not before.
Snooks is about her chores of feeding the livestock, starting with the feral cats, then the mutts, and finally the bird before taking time for herself. Not me. I pamper me first, THEN I might deign to tend to your needs. But don’t count on it.
Thus the day begins with glowering rain clouds, chirping budgies, roughhousing dogs and hissing air filters.