The sky is cloudy so the house is dark. Outside is humid and warm and even a bit foggy. It rained last night. Everything outside is still wet. The house feels closed in so I have turned on the AC. I’m thinking it’s an inside day, maybe an odd chore day, maybe even a nap day.

I am better today!

My house has spiders’ webs. All the spider babies are out and about skillfully making tiny webs from one spot to another. I found several webs connecting knick-knacks on my windowsills. On them I could see the tiny spiders, tiny dark dots on the webs. I just left them.

The other night Henry came in but Nala didn’t. I waited a while then went looking for her. I heard her crying then I found her in the yard sort of pacing quickly back and forth by one tree. She would stop and look up at the tree then pace again. I presumed there was an animal of sorts, but it was out of her range, hence the crying. I flashed my light but saw nothing. It was then she lost interest and beat me back into the house

When I was a kid, I was never fond of Mondays. They and every weekday thereafter were pretty much the same and out of my control. My mother got me up, fed me breakfast, made sure I was neatly dressed, gave me my lunch then sent me off to school. In school, the bell ran my life. It rang to start school, change classes, have lunch and recess, return to class then more lessons until the bell rang to release me and all the other captives. Only the afternoons were mine. My friends and I played outside, weather permitting. We played close to home. We played until the street lights went on or my mother and every other mother yelled out the door for us to come home for supper. Back then, I never really noticed the sameness of my life. I was never bored with the day to day. That’s just the way it was.

Now, I have what I call my dance card. It is my way to keep track of each day because no day is like any other day. This time of year, my card is mostly filled with uke events, a practice and a lesson and any concerts, and doctors’ appointments. I seem to have a stable of doctors, of ologists like my cardiologist. Somedays I have nothing scheduled, but I don’t get bored. That’s just the way it is.

Coffee is taking a break today to give me a break. I am a bit under the weather. I went from bed to couch, wrapped myself in a light blanket and fell back to sleep. The dogs were patient. They joined me instead of insisting on going out.

The couch will be my refuge today.