im-so-tired-i-dont-care-if-you-pet-me-or-not-by Jonathan Cruz
We didn’t sleep well last night. I was downstairs reading from about 1:00 to 2:30. My husband said he was up at 4:00 and then slept in his chair until about 6:30.
We went to Lunch Bunch and then had a whole list of errands. We did them and got home about 3:30. I then got the sleepies and took a cup of coffee in to the living room to sip while I sat to finish a favorite book by Robert B. Parker. (This one was when he was explaining some of his early life to the love of his life, Susan.) I just woke up with my book on my chest, the light on, and my coffee still on the warmer. It’s now after 5:00.
I’m supposed to be planting lettuce this evening, and then cutting down more weed trees across the back of the civilized part of our yard. I’m supposed to be making some important phone calls. I’m supposed to be planning dinner. I’m supposed to be exercising – walking 2 miles with annoying Leslie and then doing lower body strength exercises….
Here I sit, typing to you instead.
My cat, Smoke, is on my lap, purring happily. Abby, our other cat, took over my chair in the living room as soon as I got up, and is asleep. My husband is across the room, working at his computer on our genealogy records. Both of our dogs are asleep on the dog bed on the other side of my desk. My new angel fish, Angie, is in her humongous champagne glass on the divider between the kitchen and dining room.
All is quiet on a Friday afternoon. I think I’ll give myself permission to NOT be productive this evening. I can tackle my to-do list ‘tomorrow,’ like Scarlett O’Hara in ‘Gone with the Wind…’
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