My Mind Has Wandered

Originally Posted Saturday, November 2, 2013

Week's end.  I think of rest.  Still the tickle and irritating cough and sudden fatigue.  Friday night alone. Steak and salad and rice and Cinq Cent Chimay ale.  Dinner done, a whiskey.  Watching some Alec Baldwin documentary, I fall asleep.  I wake.  It is nine-twenty. 

A fire-red sky wakes me Saturday morning.  Sailor take warning.  That done, the day is gray and getting grayer. 

I've determined that breakfast is in my near future.  Bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast.  After that, the day's a mystery to be wasted or not.  Even if there were things to do, things to choose from, I don't know that I would.  But I do not face that dilemma.  Books and quietude and a graying world. 

It is an unnaturally long day today.  Tomorrow will be shorter.  Is that right?  I always get confused. 

My mind has wandered to things I will not write.  Selah.