I even bore myself. Billie Holiday’s “Stormy Weather” plays. I crack open the shades and peer outside, where the sky is not exactly stormy, but it is a grey and gloomy morning. The clouds look heavy, full, like they might purge snow at anytime.
Inside, there is no chance of flurries. A flurry of activity is what I was hoping for. I have things to do! I have yet to commence.
The coffee hasn’t done its job, so I shuffle into the kitchen grab the bag of beans and search for that detested word.. the word that renders coffee consumption pointless: decaffeinated. Whose idea was that? Coffee tastes like dirt, the good stuff tastes like mud. I tolerate it because I need the kick in the pants I’m lounging in. To drink the mud without the promise of a burst of energy is like wearing yoga pants to a restaurant. It’s just wrong.
Relief and distress wash over me at the same time. Relief that the bag of coffee is caffeinated, and distress over the fact that I still feel decaffeinated.
Well, I’m going to do this anyway. I will start with dusting all surfaces. Ceiling fans, lamps, tables… I try not to get distracted by the books that beg further inspection as I dust off the shelves they call home, and make a mental note to revisit a few of those books on December 26th.
On my days off I consider myself self employed. Based on my ineffective days off this month, I’m going have to give myself notice… a warn letter. I can’t afford to keep someone like me on the payroll.
The music changes, and so does my energy level. Queen is what I needed!
Tomorrow I’ll discuss my successful day off… really.
The Daily Post
For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.
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