Last night I slept easily and for a long time. I think my various wounds are healing so I don’t groan and wake myself up as often. Nala slid off the bed this morning because the top egg crate had drifted and a bit was over the edge. She looked shocked. Henry leapt off from the bottom of the bed. That dog can jump. I took my time getting out of bed. When I did, I was pleased to find my side didn’t hurt anymore. That’s progress I’ll take.

I have no appointments today so it is a stay in my comfies day. I was out three days this week, more than enough. I do need a dump run so maybe tomorrow though it is supposed to rain.

The day is already hot, 84˚, but the humidity is so bad the day feels far hotter. My AC is blasting. Tonight will get cooler, down to 69˚. I hope the humidity is gone.

Life continues in a different way. I wear a mask in medical places. I don’t need to wear it anywhere else by choice. Some people still wear masks in grocery stores. I wonder if they are unvaccinated or just being extra safe. Neither one gives me second thoughts. I just finish shopping and then go home. I prefer home not because of the pandemic but because my home is my favorite place. I love how casual it is. Dinner is never timed. Nobody needs my table. There is no dress code. I get to stay in my summer comfies. I can eat whenever. The kitchen never closes. I like staying home.

Last night felt right, almost ideally right. It was a good night. The house had cooled from the air conditioning. The dogs were sleeping, one on each side of the couch. Jack had come down almost to the bottom of the stairs to get some loving, some head scratches and pats. I went back to reading my iPad. The TV was blaring for background noise. Nothing was on I wanted to watch. I was missing watching the postponed Red Sox-Yankees game, but I found a few movies on Tubi filmed just for me. I had what I call a catch as catch can dinner. I just checked the fridge and use what I find. Last night it was some cheese and crackers and some tabouleh on pita. Nothing took time to cook, just to open. Dinner was delicious, perfect.

The weather and I are twins of a sort. Every day the weather has been damp and cloudy and sometimes rainy. The sky is a lighter grey this morning but still no sun. The weather and I share a rut. Every day I drag myself out of bed, ask Alexa the weather and go downstairs. I let the dogs out, yes I am the one, and I make coffee. I read the Globe and save the Cape Times for when I’m done writing.

This morning feels closed in hot because of the high humidity, 83%. Outside is already in the mid 70’s, but my house is holding the night’s cool for a while. I’ve decided to have a bagel for breakfast, the same bagels Nala stole but I saved.

The sun is making as break of it from behind the clouds. It comes for a bit, gives hope of a lovely day then disappears again. It has done that a couple of times.

My movie genre of choice of late has been disaster films, mostly meteors, a couple of lava spewing volcanoes and real cold, the turning everybody into Lot’s wife cold. The conversations about the dinosaurs caught my attention because there are none. My choice for planet wide destruction would be a meteor: I’m thinking quick ands easy. Just to calm your fears, most of us survived the variety of disasters. They are, after all, only movies.

Right now a meteor is destroying the Earth a little at a time, a few shards here and there. The water is bad, and drinking it will give you a painful death. Just keep walking.

When I was a kid, we never watched TV during the day except on Saturdays. That morning was devoted to kid’s programming. A lot of the half hour shows were westerns. I got my fill of good guys and bad guys. The black hat signified a baddie. Conversely white was a good guy, and that hat pretty much stayed on our hero’s head during fisticuffs. I don’t even think it got dirty. We never watched all the programs. Saturday was calling.

During the week, the late afternoon was TV watching if we had our homework done. Superman and The Mickey Mouse Club are the two I remember the most. Sometimes dinner was too early, and I had to sit at the kitchen table and crane my neck to see the end of my programs. Such were the trials and tribulations of a kid growing up in the 50’s and 60’s.