It has only been an hour since
sunrise. It took me longer than
usual to choke down my
vitamins and pills.
I hate taking them. Or maybe
it is because I have to consume
more water than I want to drink.
So long in fact that the coffee
turned off while I was swallowing
and gulping. But I wasn’t going
to waste a drop of Wally coffee.
If it is Wally, it is Friday. Matzo
yesterday, so toasted bagel with
chive cheese for me today.
She told me how restful she finds
the Christmas Window to be with
its electronic falling snow and
relaxing Christmas instrumentals.
“I’m not taking the job,” I told her,
“I can’t take their money if I can’t
give them over 100%. Can’t do it.”
Work day for her. She is wearing
her new pendant, sweet as can be.
“Have a great day, my dear; you
look lovely. Oh my what a lovely
pendant, where did you get that?”
“I got it for my anniversary,” she
smiled and pointed. (She loves Or
Paz; I know what she loves. Sweet
game we play. I always ask her.)
Then she flew out the door as I
sipped from my cup of cooling
Wally at my laptop still wearing
my heavy robe.
(I’ll have to get dressed earlier
next week when the grand kids
come. Maybe not.)
Does coffee have a Coffee-mate
saturation point? I think I found it,
as some wouldn’t dissolve off of
Health still not right but at least
I can still write. God is good. I get
to write another day.
[Author note: My apologies, I forgot to add the #31daypoem tag until just now on No. 8 and No. 9 (12/09, 21:14)]