Even More Random Thoughts

The simplistic joy of routine.
The turning of the week. Another Monday begins.
The alarm activates. Time to get up.
Stretches, shower, brush my teeth.

Kiss the wife, and rarely, maybe even dip a finger in her on the way out the door. The scent is a reminder of her for most of the day. I know that my secretary smells it.

Grab a bagel. Coffee, medium double double.

The sky is overcast now. But the promise of blue sky is seen in the thinness of the gray.
 
Tuesday, a day like any other? Or is it a new day that happens to use an old name? I’m going with “new”, anything could happen, or not… I try to keep moving forward and will focus my day on “Could”
 
I improvised glitter hair spray as a weapon against a carpenter bee. It unintentionally turned it into a magical fae creature that left a trail of glitter shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. Twas beautiful...and the fucker left me alone after that.
 
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