The sky is a beautiful blue. The sun is bright. The air is still. It’s a pretty day. It is also a cold day at 33°. I am staying home. I am taking another day of rest.

I did the dump run yesterday. Just as I got into my car it started to rain. Of course, it did. Just as I got home, it stopped. Of course, it did.

I still have my cough, but it is an easy cough now. I do not fear death will ensue.

My dogs live the good life. They have a dog door so they can come and go at will. Nala also uses it to take her pilfered goods to the yard. I don’t pay much attention so I only catch her if she makes noise when her booty is too big for the door.

I bought some small potatoes and some a little bigger, two bags of potatoes. I was going to fry the potatoes with onion and ground beef. I put the packages in the sink, the safe spot. Later, I went to cook my dinner. The potatoes were gone, both bags. Nala had found my safe spot and carried the bags outside. I looked and saw her with one bag on the driveway. I walked outside, and she took off with the bag spilling potatoes as she ran. I saved ten of them; however, I figure she has some hidden. She comes in with a potato, plays with it as if it were a ball then eats it. She doesn’t mind the skin.

When I was a kid, I never noticed how regulated my life was. Every weekday was the same. I got up, ate breakfast, got dressed and walked to school. I waited for the bell, lined up in the schoolyard and walked into school, two by two, sort of a throwback to the ark. I hung up my coat and then sat down. The nuns took over from there. I did what I was told.

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