Ethereal Glow…

Maggie woke me up at around three thirty or four whining by my side. I’m getting really bad about sleeping in it seems. It must be the time change and I will soon adjust (I Hope!).  I gathered Maggie’s leash off the piano and we were soon on our way sans jackets and sweaters.  I don’t ever remember a fog so dense off the Chattahoochee. Everything had this neat ethereal glow and halo about it.  Especially the street lights.  Interesting smells were the focus of our Maggie’s haphazard and slow paced walk this morning.  The earth seemed new and fresh from the rain early yesterday.  It was so warm outside that it felt like a sauna. I guess that explains why I had to get up after midnight and I very understandably turned on the air conditioning.  

I didn’t feel like cooking this morning at all so I got Maggie inside the house, locked the door, and drove to McDonald’s.  We each got a sausage biscuit and some hashbrowns.  Maggie thought it was the best thing since sliced bread when I arrived home. I also saw where Charlie had put another can of shaving cream on my front stoop. Bless his heart.  Horsefly really keeps Charlie on the move and on his toes. 

Yesterday was a tough day.  I don’t talk about these days much.  I felt disoriented and discombobulated both mentally and spiritually.  It would have been a prime drinking day several years ago; a day I probably wouldn’t remember the day after. I actually drove to Fat Albert’s later in the evening and looked at the malt liquor selections. I kept telling myself that a 40 oz. wouldn't hurt anything.  “You would just get a buzz!”  The point is to escape life and that is something I have been notoriously astute about doing over these many years of my life. A must abstain.