The alarm went off at 6:15, just like on a normal Wednesday workday morning because I neglected to turn it off for the holiday. As the cell phone alarm emitted its musical tone, officially named “Default alarm sound: Oxygen,” Kiki was downstairs emitting her morning melodies. I wish I understood cat speak.
When I finally hauled myself out of my nice, warm bed it was
7:15. When I descended the stairs, she ran as if I were a monster. While I made
the coffee, she sat in the doorway between the dining room and kitchen meowing.
I would love to know what she is trying to tell me.
It was a day deliciously free of plans. Attending one of the First Day
Hikes run by the state Department of Conservation and Recreation was considered, but I had
seen a weather forecast of rain. The closest hike to home was in Andover, and even though it's not far away, it felt further than I cared to venture.
Those two factors, plus general fatigue and blah-ness caused a purge of the
idea. The morning was spent at home in pajamas, bathrobe, and slippers and not on a trail in a jacket
and hiking boots.
New year, new journal. |
During the course of the mostly relaxing day, the floors and rugs were vacuumed. The activity had Kiki hiding behind her chair until I reached the living room and then she bolted across that room, through the dining room, and up the stairs to safety. Other chores were considered and dismissed in favor of watching Netflix. The day's shows were Adoration, an Italian drama series, and the movies A Little White Lie and Love Actually. Busy day. If I could figure out how to monetize my viewing time, I might be rich and able to retire someday after all.
Supper for a new night. |
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