At It Now
Thursday. OK, the holiday is over, and I've been retired now for (hold on to your chairs) FIVE WHOLE DAYS! and now, perhaps, I'll start to see what light may begin to glimmer at the end of the tunnel. Awake at seven-thirty, up before nine, walk down for a light (no bacon and eggs) breakfast, walk home thinking, well, what now? And the thought occurs there are many things that can be done when I get back to the apartment, many of them having to do with the pile of papers (mail, mostly) I have sitting on the desk and the thought seems feasible (only partially wondering as I was walking if I was blowing smoke in my own direction). So we'll see.
Later. I did drive over to Animal Farm and buy cat food for Ms. Emmy, who's been eating dry food for the last four days. I alternate between the two, wet one morning, dry the next but I've been, um, unable to get it together to make a canned food run what with all the stress associated with retirement. It doesn't seem to make any difference. She approaches the wet food more quickly, but she gets into the dry food pretty quickly too. Maybe I can learn from this and can the canned food altogether. I believe Ms. Emmy would live longer and better, but then again, I would live longer and better if I gave up on many elements in my diet too, doodle-dee-doo. Whadda ya think, Ms. Emmy, dry food forever? Being a proper cat she doesn't even give me a glance.
That pile of mail I mention. Maybe I can take a look at it now....
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