Thursday Morning
Jan. 3rd, 2019 07:55 amThursday Morning
Wow, the cats were so good this morning. As quiet as a church mouse. Who knows why! I'll just gratefully take it. As I'm sure Pop will, too. I'm sure he doesn't appreciate the meow-alarm at six and seven in the morning. It's only his instinctive love for dogs and cats that keeps him reserved about it, accepting it as an act of God.
More good news. The sky is already clearing very early. It looks like we should be enjoying a dry spell for a while, though we need a couple of days to dry out from these last rains.
Now, if only I could cite some good news about my back. My back is hurting, and I'm like the Leaning Tower of Pisa again. My bed is killing me. But the only good answer to that question is a thousand-dollar answer, that is, a new bed and a good one. That's not going to happen. And I'm not ready yet to consider seriously the hard option of sleeping on the floor, But I can see myself winding up there eventually. My bed is not my friend.
But, right now, I'm going to heat up my tortilla-sausage breakfast sandwich, to be washed down with a slightly abbreviated glass of sweet tea.
Wow, the cats were so good this morning. As quiet as a church mouse. Who knows why! I'll just gratefully take it. As I'm sure Pop will, too. I'm sure he doesn't appreciate the meow-alarm at six and seven in the morning. It's only his instinctive love for dogs and cats that keeps him reserved about it, accepting it as an act of God.
More good news. The sky is already clearing very early. It looks like we should be enjoying a dry spell for a while, though we need a couple of days to dry out from these last rains.
Now, if only I could cite some good news about my back. My back is hurting, and I'm like the Leaning Tower of Pisa again. My bed is killing me. But the only good answer to that question is a thousand-dollar answer, that is, a new bed and a good one. That's not going to happen. And I'm not ready yet to consider seriously the hard option of sleeping on the floor, But I can see myself winding up there eventually. My bed is not my friend.
But, right now, I'm going to heat up my tortilla-sausage breakfast sandwich, to be washed down with a slightly abbreviated glass of sweet tea.