The morning dawns with a thin winters fog as I pad down to my studio with my fingers gripping a warm coffee cup. The heat feels good on sleep swollen fingers and helps ward off the chill seeping through the windowpanes. I sit in the muted softness for a bit and let the cobwebs dissipate before pushing the start button on the computer.
A feral cat is laying like a plant in one of the flowerpots on the porch railing, all fluffed up against the damp and cold. She is waiting for the breakfast lady. We do feed our feral cats because they keep the rodents at bay. But the breakfast lady is very miserly with the food distribution. We just want to supplement their diets of roof rats and field mice.
I also filch a couple of cookies to dip into the coffee, but now the mutts are on to that. They can hear the faint clink of the cookie jar lid, and no matter how carefully I replace the lid, it is like a clanging gong. So I keep a jar of special kibble. Oddly, they accept one small bite of kibble as a real treat, and go on about their business after getting it.
The newsfeeds are now full of the new governments gaff’s and purges, but I just note the headlines and move on to friends posts and a couple of hobby newsgroups.
I am so done with the government. It is a lummox best avoided when possible, and endured like a boring lecturer when you can’t. And never let one into the house. They are hell to get rid of once you do that.
I need to mow, I need to replace a faulty turn signal. But I don’t know that I will get that done this first day of the week. But the day is still young.