|Come for a ride with me?|
I bend over to see what is floating across the floor.
Oh, of course. It's a dust bunny. Ironically, the size of a real bunny.
"How does that manage make me feel like a bad housekeeper," I ask myself? "Surely, even Martha Stewart occasionally has dust bunnies floating across her floor, yes?"
I'm feeling transient. Restless. Maybe even edgy.
No reason behind any of it. It could be insomnia related. I'm certain that the brain has a hard time with insomnia. After, perhaps, six or seven days of four or so hours a night there isn't much left up there to help cool my hot head.
That's what I need! A cool washcloth placed over my restlessness. Like your momma would do when you were feverish. That cool cloth on your forehead with your momma's hand pushing it into place always made you feel like you were loved and safe.
The house is very quiet and still. The dog shuffles towards the back door, looking at me as if to say, "What the hell; I'll go pee if you really think I need to."
Yeah, I think you need to.
I step outside with him. It's lovely! The sun is just showing its yellow sliver - giving a huge clue what's ahead for this Sunday.
I bring my coffee up to my lips. Sip it and smile. Yep, Everything feels better with a cool washcloth.
Rock and sock it today my hooches. Summer is just beginning!