I hope you’re feeling as perky and bright as I am. For the first time in several days, I’m full of energy. It might be just the rich and foamy cappuccino talking, but you better stand back while I seize the day by the tail and give it a good spin.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that these unseasonably cool temperatures are triggering my hibernation instinct. I don’t remember ever having to turn the furnace on in mid-September … maybe the fireplace to take the chill out of the air, but not the furnace.
I’d tell you that I’m looking forward to trawling through farmer’s markets over the next few weeks for harvest bounty. I’m craving soups and stews and comfort food like Sheppard’s Pie (guess what I’m making for dinner tonight?).
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you about lunches with great friends on one hand, and several doctor appointments on the other hand. I’m quite unhappy about my semi-annual visit to the dentist. I need to go back next week for a root canal – Hell and Damnation! Where exactly is the benefit to brushing faithfully 3-4 times a day and flossing like a master?
I’ve been in denial for a few months and it appears I can’t ignore it anymore. The unexpected ding to the budget is bad enough, but is there anyone who relishes the thought of 90 minutes in a dentist’s chair getting a hole drilled in their head?
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you about the faux fur throw blanket I’ve wanted for a very long time and finally bought (I’m very serious about the desire to cocoon right now). I was thrilled to bring it home and toss it ‘casually’ on the sofa (read, carefully choreographed placement) … only to remember Theo, my chubby alpha male cat. He has not reacted well to any faux fur I’ve brought in the house up to now. I watch and wait … so far no war has broken out, but I know I’m fooling myself. The attack will come.
If we were having coffee, I’d want to know all about what’s happening in your corner of world and what plans you might have for the coming week.