Good morning. It’s Friday. I’ve been awake for at least an hour now. I’m not sure what woke me up, because everyone in the house is pretty quiet. One of the cats was sick. DayTech and BossRPh sent a couple of messages to our group chat, the notifications only solidifying my awakeness. Whatever. It is what it is. It’s the weekend, and I’m a little homesick today.
It’s been one month since I made a right turn in Jacksonville and made my way to Pensacola. Things are settling down a bit. I’ve made two trips to Walmart on my own. Tomorrow afternoon, we’ll go and get my covid vaccine. While I wish I was more consistent with workouts, I’ve been good about going outside and spinning poi a couple of times a day. Except days like today, and yesterday, where the rain made the backyard gross and squishy and I couldn’t go out.
Right now, we have a thunderstorm raging outside. I’ve got a cup of coffee and a decent view of the storm out the backdoor. While this means another day sitting in the house, at least the bird baths have been refilled.
The morning news programs are on, and I’m sure the first half of the day will be nothing but stuff about Prince Philip’s passing. Somewhere in truck, I have photo of a young Shawshank receiving an award and a handshake from him.
For the moment, I’m going to go finish my morning routine and maybe refill my coffee mug.
