Last night someone set my neighbor’s dogs to go off at 8:20 this morning, and just like clockwork, at twenty minutes past eight they barked their heads off. I expect they’d still be barking had their heads stayed on.
This doesn’t feel like a Wednesday. I’m not sure what it feels like, but a Wednesday isn’t it. It’s funny how over time the days of the week have gotten a feel to them. Sunday, for sure. No mail delivery, church parking lots filled up, and I tend to sip my morning coffee at a slower pace. Not sure why.
I mostly wake up in a state of hurry. I’m easily annoyed at the coffee pod taking so long to drain into my mug. I really need to slow down. The thing of it is, I’m not that crazy about my brand of coffee to begin with.
I’m thinking that
later today I’m going to head out to the Sand Bar and have an Old Fashioned,
maybe even put a little drink umbrella in it.
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