I guess Monday wanted to make sure I was aware it had arrived. That was fine with me, though. I just stayed in bed and listened to the soothing sound of the rain.
In fact, I’m writing this from the porch and allowing the rain to be the soundtrack for this Monday Morning Coffee Club post.
The thunder jolted me awake from a very vivid dream about an old friend.
We used to be best buds, but we have drifted apart since we both left the job at which we met and bonded. That was at the mental hospital. You know what they say about the friends you make at a mental asylum…
Last night, I saw a photo of her that a mutual friend had posted on Facebook, so I’m sure that’s what triggered the dream. In my little Dreamland picture show, she had decided to go back to work at a psych hospital, but as a social worker. She got paged to see her very first patient, and called me out of the blue to accompany her.
Since I hadn’t seen her in forever, I happily agreed to go. It was just like old times, and I was proud to see her working in her new capacity dealing directly with patients.
I had intended to talk to her about spending more time together, but the thunder put an end to that. Perhaps I’ll reach out to her today and say hi. I really do miss her, and she was once such an important part of my life that I can’t wrap my Deep Thought around the fact that we never see each other any more.
Mondays are my off day from running, but I intend to be right back out there tomorrow.
I did reward myself last night with a bowl of chocolate peanut butter ice cream. It was National Ice Cream Day after all, and I didn’t want to ignore the holiday.
I did some major yard work yesterday, tearing up the bamboo jungle that had risen up on the side of The House on the Hill. That was sweaty, draining work, but very rewarding. It’s nice to look out the windows of the sun room and see the sun, rather than bamboo.
Well, a crowd is starting to gather on the sidewalk in front of The House on the Hill, so I’d better end this and get back inside. I keep forgetting how attractive I look sitting out here in my pajama shorts, ratty tee shirt, and slippers.
I guess folks are just drawn to my positivity…or my sexy legs.
Help yourself to some coffee. There’s plenty. Enjoy your Monday, and remember there’s just seventeen hours left to this first day of the work week…