Howdy,
Ahh … I just took a sip of my cold coffee and guided it, absent-mindedly, back down to the cork (flooring) coaster on my desk to the right of and beyond my laptop, past the screen, a reach away.
Cold coffee is good if it’s cooled from sitting quietly waiting for you while you write words. (Knocking out in a sliver of mins. a 437-word free write, like, POW! Ahh … a start. Pressure off, going into this. And, now, rolling again.)
Ahh …
Can you feel it? Smell it? Sense it?
(Not fair questions to a reader, I realize, sorry, but I can, and I want to share that with you.)
It’s a good day, with a shake of spice and restructured recipe.
Got a late start, but it doesn’t feel like the day is slipping away: already lost. It doesn’t feel like that. Like when you hate what you let get by and it makes 90º harder to enjoy what you have ahead.
No, the late start was nice and the afternoon is out-front and evening … who knows. Maybe a swim, with Summer 2017 leaking its New Release to the public early: high heat. (Have you checked the weather?! Have you? Do it, no, don’t! Don’t do it! I warned you. You saw it, didn’t you? That 97º on Thursday! No need to worry too much, though, it’s a digital rollercoaster, the forecast, full of 90’s, 70’s, 80’s and rain mixed in. Rain, risking a 100 degrees and covering it up with a wash of cloudburst. May, doing what it may, I guess.)
Ahh … today feels different.
It’s a new month, which just happens to coincide with a Monday morning. A Monday morning and Sarah’s home, enjoying an off day between semesters. Between a semester and a summer session. Spring in the books, to be finalized in a matter of hours, her work all done — for the past. Always work ahead. She’s a mom and a professor; Sarah’s got a thing or two to do.
But not today — it’s just being home with the kids and me, and that’s not work, right? Just being home, with the kids, come on?
Anyway (I should probably cut, kill, the small paragraph above that lives on in this post, but I’m so funny and I’m a stay-at-home dad, so I’m shouting out — some may imagine a desperate cry for help, but we get along alright, we really do), ahh … anyway, I don’t remember what I was going to say.
It’s ahead. Later.
It’s all open.
Ahh … piping coffee, fresh courses, summer heat, and hot takes on the way …
Ahh …
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
P.S. And, the coffee’s still cold, but it tastes delicious. Absolute delicious, as someone I know used to say (but not about coffee — not for him).
Word Count: 110,490 / On Pace: 108,350 / Year’s Goal: 200,000
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