Today feels just right.
Not too hot, not too cold, not flimsy or rigid or blaming or giddy high.
Just Right.
The bitterness of waking at 11:35 last night seeped into my Core by 6:03am. After FINALLY getting to sleep sometime after 10:20pm, I’m dealing with the clatter of toenails around the house. Like tracking down a burger in the night, a refrigerator prowler, barfing cat, or to double-check that the bird is actually sequestered in his/her cage, I have to know what’s going on downstairs.
Wouldn't you?
Understand, this is NOT like the B Horror Movie where you need to scream at the victim to NOT go into the kitchen or the bathroom, the gloomy basement that doesn’t have a working light switch. It’s more like, “Right, I need to deal with this or I’ll regret it.”
At 6:35am, when everyone is expecting:
a. to be let outdoors to pee
b. food (that goes for the bird, cat, dogs (both in this house and two other locations where clients are AWAY)
c. a walk to eliminate last night’s dinner
And I hope to get a dribble of coffee laced with a sufficient amount of cream and sugar to give me enough energy (and patience) to absorb all of their love and appreciation.
By 10:00am, I am soothed, smiling, showered, and ready to take on the rest of the day.
Instead of reading my horoscope in the local paper or online,
I declare: