It is Wednesday morning. Train #98 the Northbound Silver Meteor was only 90 minutes late. I slept maybe five hours in toto. I will go back to sleep.
When I go back to sleep, the lawn mowing people will be at work. The recycling truck will drive through the neighbourhood. The Summer heat will build, hitting the mid nineties. Summer isn’t a season in the South. It is an eternity.
J is at work with her lunch, fruit salad, chicken salad, rice crackers, cookies. She will unload a truck, fill her shelves. And sweat.
I will wait at home, wonder about dinner, deciding a slow cooker chicken dish would be fitting for a hot day. I will find a recipe that will call for mushrooms too.
It is time I went back to sleep.