I’m late to the keyboard on this 5th of August. I was late getting up in the morning. The stress of this every day life has caught up to me. I’m giving up the thought of being productive. I’m giving up the idea of processing the pails and pails of beans waiting in the cooler. I’m giving up thoughts of baking a rhubarb sour cream cake or muffins. The sour cream will keep another day. Everything can just damn well wait. Tomorrow is another day.
The easiest thing to do when you are brain dead is to pick up your feet and walk. So I toddled off on my favourite route which is up the street to the mall. It is perfect because it offers a rest stop if I need at 2 bus stops with a bench. It’s good to have this street to walk on. It has been a good friend these last couple of years. Each step I take is a little easier. I can hear the traffic going by. Soon I am at the mall. I love this part of the morning.
I snack and while away the afternoon. I will worry about the weight and getting things done later. Today I need to fill myself up with comfort and ease. Today I need to sit and dawdle the day away. And now it is bedtime and I haven’t done a damn thing. No regrets and no guilt pangs. Everything has waited. Tomorrow I might worry.
