I’m getting better with just writing and not correcting spelling until I’m done. I could probably write more if I was physically writing, though. Maybe I’ll try that one day this week.
I don’t remember what time it was, but the birds weren’t even cooing yet. My alarm had gone off four minutes after I woke up. I know, because I counted. It was chilly out, the kind of morning that smells like dew and feels like slush. Not quite spring, I longed for the days when I could step in the back door and not slide to the floor cushions.
The switch flicked on with ease, and the sun shone around the kitchen. I know we can’t work if the lights are any dimmer, but burning my retinas every morning is getting old. I promised myself for another day-in-a-row that I would wear my shades until I adjusted. It hadn’t worked any other morning, so I’m not sure why I thought I would remember if I reminded myself again.
As the buzz of the warming lights grew to their normal volume, I poked the power button on the boombox, and my favorite DJ’s voice came shooting out, announcing the day’s weather and traffic. Great! Another day where Ol’ Mother Earth can’t figure out if she likes her bikini better than her mumu. Weather like this is exhausting, and you can bet that more than half of my employees would be in with crap attitudes before their coffee.