Funny thing

Funny thing, I don’t mind going to the airport at 5 AM when I’m going some place, but when I’ve got to take somebody else, my alarm clock mysteriously didn’t go off in time. Made it anyway, in the pre–dawn dark. New York should look out for red–headed Capricorns. Then I got home, and the Neighbor, because his normal work schedule puts him in the store at 5:45 AM, he was up. “8:30 AM, that’s like, really sleeping in,” he said, pulling on his first beer of the day, “so what’s for breakfast?” I don’t think I’ve had a beer for breakfast since I was in high school. The lottery question is a trick question. “If I won the lottery, what would I do different?” The right answer, for me, is nothing. There’s always the thought that there wouldn’t be those pesky “late notices” arriving with their “urgent attention required,” but other than that, I don’t know that there is a lot that I’m not doing right now. I won a little chump change, and I bought a nice dinner the other night, but above and beyond that? Why do I have to win the lottery to do what I want to do? The point of creation, the time when the magic works, every morning, when I sit down with a cup of coffee, and the magic happens, I’d still do that. I write to amuse myself. A perfect day? Sort of depends on where I’m at, but a little writing, a little walk, some interesting foodstuffs, that’s about all that is required. Me and the cat, we had nice little nap on the couch yesterday evening, the breeze ruffling the curtains, the cat purring, and me dog–tired from running around all day — quiet contentment with where I’m at. Still bought another lottery ticket, but that was out of habit. Never can tell when the stars might make me lucky again. Sure would cure my IRS problem and the late notices. I could also afford a new faucet for the kitchen sink. But in the right perspective, mine, none of that is very important.