A couple days of laziness



This morning it’s coffee and Miles Davis. Life could certainly be worse. In the pandemic, I think moments like this save me from depression. 


I slept all day yesterday. I don’t know what that was all about, except that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I think I might be able to today. Time to write — maybe. If I don’t fall asleep again. 

I only have about two weeks before the beginning of the semester. I dread that still, because I think work (the college) will be a hotbed of COVID-19, but I really have no say in it. It’s too early for me to retire, because I have no health insurance until Social Security kicks in (and I’m only 57). So I have to face it.

But not yet. This is my actual vacation time, and I can spend it being lazy.

Saturday Morning at my House (Creative Essay)

Mind the clutter on the coffee table. 


Welcome to my Saturday morning.


It’s 8 o’clock AM, and my husband and I won’t go out today because of the ice and sleet from yesterday and the potential snow today. It’s a good excuse, anyhow.

We lounge in the living room under low light. The fake fireplace and a piney Woodwick candle create ambience. Tony Bennett sings “Darn that dream” and we chuckle at the song’s quaint language. Chucky sits on the edge of the cluttered coffee table, managing to knock only one thing down.

The coffee today is from Burundi, home roasted and ground, and I can taste notes of lemon, cooked apples, and spice. Tony Bennett has segued into a mellow jazz tune. 

I’m in my writing corner on the loveseat typing this. When I’m done I will go back to my developmental edits, which are going smoother than I thought. Today is an enforced retreat day, for which I’m grateful.