Thursday morning, I rolled out of bed to feed a loud cat, looked at the gray sky, and I just figured it was like, about 7 in the morning.
It wasn’t. I’d overslept. Not a lot, and it’s not like there was a lot on the time sheet for the morning, just had to go and fix computer, and try to find a diabetic black cat.
The cat story is funny in retrospect. But not funny at the time. One evening, I’d gotten him loaded in his cage/carrier, and he was mewling like I was torturing him. Wailing, loud and long. Took a few minutes for the vet tech to shoot him up, not without a loud wail that rattled the windows, that boy wasn’t going down without a fight.
However, in the short car ride home? Just like some kind of a junkie, he was purring and rubbing his cheek up against the carrier’s mesh front, apparently happy to see me.
Thursday’s morning squall was just one of those meteorological happenings that makes it all worthwhile. Thunder, lightening, maybe an inch of cool, cool rain.
I opened up the humidor and popped out a treat, a white metal tube with a Dominican Republic product, hand-rolled, and fired that puppy up.
After rereading my Clint Eastwood allusion in this week’s scopes, I wanted one of those thin little cigars like his character smoked.
I settled for a “corona,” which is about five or six inches long and a little over half an inch in diameter.
Looking at the cigar band, “Hand Made,” I got thinking about it all, I’ve been meaning to add a line someplace on the site, “Made in America (with some parts assembled in Mexico),” which is obviously lifted from a certain comic strip.
There’s an upside to downside mail, something I didn’t expect at all:
JUST LISTENED TO A READING FROM YOU FROM 1994! IT IS AMAZING HOW PERTINANT THAT READING IS TO ME TODAY. YOU PROBABLY DON’T REMEMBER ME. I CAN’T AFFORD A READING RIGHT NOW BUT I JUST WANTED TO SAY HI AND THAT I THINK YOUR GREAT. YOU REALLY STUCK IN MY MIND THROUGH THESE YEARS. YOU ARE SO PERCEPTIVE,WELL OF COURSE YOU ARE, YOUR A SAG. YOU REALLY CARED ABOUT GIVING ME GUIDANCE AND DIDN’T JUDGE ME.
