A Dullard's Rain

Originally Posted Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Woke up this morning to gray and rain.  No hot water.  The gas has been turned off.  Hadn't I paid that?  There were no warnings that I recall, no "Final Notice" in the mail.  I could be wrong, though.  I rarely take the mail seriously.  But Jesus, this is inconvenient.  I began running the dishwasher before I remembered I would be bathing dirty dishes in cold water. 

And that is what the morning feels like.  Mistakes from the past haunt the future.  Turn where you may,  it is impossible to find good counsel.  You are left to worry on your own trying to spin the cosmos your way.  A momentary reprieve is the best you can hope for. 

The yard is half torn up, half dead.  No word from the landscaper.  The new grass was supposed to go in today.  The repairman I hired a month ago has never shown up.  I've forgotten something I was supposed to do, I'm sure. 

A Dullard's Rain.