Last night sometime after two we had rain, a deluge of rain. I jumped out of bed to shut windows. Henry followed. He always does. Nala stayed on the bed disinterest in what Henry and I were doing. I fell right back to sleep.

Right now it is 75˚ and dark and cloudy. Nothing is moving in the thick air. I don’t hear anything except the jangle of Nala’s tags on her collar. I keep track that way. She is elusive.

I choose to do nothing today except to shower for the sake of propriety. I will not notice the dust or the tumbleweeds.

I have no reason to go out. I did change the cat litter and get to the dump yesterday. I felt accomplished enough for a few days anyway.

My mealtime habits would make a nutritionist cringe. I don’t take the time to make a real dinner, one with a variety of foods, like meat, potatoes and veggies, on the plate. I’m big on cheese, sharp cheddar, and crackers, Club crackers. They make for an effortless meal.

We used to think of today as the last day of summer, calendars no nevermind. School always started the day after Labor Day. We had to take our baths on Monday, a bit disconcerting. My mother would set out our clothes so we’d get ready quickly in the morning. My uniform was a blue skirt, a white blouse and a blue tie, one of those bow ties with legs. I remember getting dressed, grabbing my school bag and loving that everything was new. My pencil box was pristine. The crayons were tall and had points at the end. My lunch box had first day goodies, usually something from Hostess. After breakfast I’d meet my friends, and we’d walk to school together. We’d be in the schoolyard until the nun rang the bell, the hand bell. We’d accept our fates, get into lines two by two and walk into the building. I swear the doors were slammed shut behind us.

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