Last night my feet were cold. It got down to the 60’s and was delightful for sleeping. This morning is also cool, but I wouldn’t have minded missing it. I went to bed around 2 and expected to sleep in, but it was so noisy I was awakened earlier than I wanted by lawnmowers and the voices next door. I’m still tired. I see a nap in my future.

Today I need a few groceries, which translated means I’m out of cat food, the only compelling reason to subject myself to Stop & Shop. I’m already dreading the harsh lights, the carts in the middle of the aisle and the lines.

This is a busy week: a play last night and one tomorrow night. I don’t like having to go out at night, and I have to psych myself to get in the car. I like being home relaxing in my grubbies watching a good movie on TV. The play last night was okay: The Last of the Red Hot Mamas. The actors did a good job with dated dialogue. Tomorrow night is Ain’t Misbehavin’. I’ve seen it before, and the music is great, but a repeat play takes a bit more psyching to get me out of the house.

I have all the time I want or need now, but for some strange reason I tend to resent that time being usurped by events. It is a strange feeling because when I worked I had no problems going out at night or on the weekends, but since my retirement, I love staying home. I guess my reluctance has to do with being so comfortable here. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not turning into a hermit. I love entertaining on the deck and having friends over for the evening. I get to try new recipes and, even better, I get to stay home. It all comes down to my hating to primp, to dress in clothes fit for the outside world, but tomorrow night I must.