I awoke with the heat running this morning, a sure sign down here that winter/fall is nigh. I like a cold bedroom, so I need a little help from the furnace when we arise in the ‘tween seasons. Electric heating is more expensive than cooling, and every year I threaten to put in a gas furnace, but I never do. I just flatline at the first electric bill in winter.
The trip to the dentist wasn’t all that bad, though my mouth is still sore from all the abuse. Two cavities that need filling, and a deep seated something or the other needs to be scraped out next week, so the ordeal isn’t over yet.
Other than that, all is normal. Three feral cats let Snook know they wuz hongry this morning, and encouraged her to speed up her routine just a little. Mutt decided that my clothes needed airing out and took a shirt outside before I awoke, then had the cheek to look at me in the eye this morning as he started to drag my pants out the door to add to his collection. We put an end to that joy, however …
Neighbor decided that he wanted to ride his motorcycle in the crisp autumn air early this morning. I don’t mind the occasional Harley going *potato! *potato! *potato! as the motor warms up, but why in the hell do they have to make it go *VAROOOM! *VAROOOM! *VAROOM! every 15 seconds? A fast idle is better to warm cold air-cooled engines up, and is far less annoying to the snoozing neighbor. Oh well. When I was ill and the mower broke, he was over here mowing my yard, and refused to take money for it. Just grump a little and get up.
Missed the Democrat debates last night. Deliberately. But they apparently did a decent job of trashing each other, so it was all to the good. My money is still on a dark horse arising just before the convention. The party just can’t let this team of crippled ego’s run in 2020.
End of political commentary. Sorry.
The view out my window is stunning as I sip on that first cup. The leaves are green, and a slight haze of green peeks through the drought killed field grasses that sprang up after yesterday’s sprinkles. This is a hardy land, and it springs back to life with the latter rains. Yeah. A metaphor.
So the morning goes. Time to fill the cup again and try to sneak back to the studio with a couple of filched Oreos’, undetected. But it never works. Powerful are the ears and noses of my little pack, and I’ll probably have a room full of mutts watching me munch on the cookies and write. I don’t give them any of the cookies, though. I keep a jar of tiny Milk-Bone snacks computer side, and they each get one tiny bite after I am done. It is reward enough, apparently. I would feel it was hardly worth the effort, but then, I don’t think like a dog. Never miss an opportunity to eat something offered, no matter how little, is their raison d’être.
So goes this Wednesday morning. May yours be a good one too!