How long do I have? The flowers were once in bloom. Is the summer really through? A long weekend. Is this a good thing? Who knows. I tried in vain to sleep in but the dogs plotted against me. I got up and rolled along. I fought with my POS computer for about 30 min. Nothing more aggravating than technical issues. Things that are supposed to make this life move quickly yet only slow you down. Once that was absolved it was a quick trip to HEB. Happened to run into Jamie. Like 4 times. It’s humors me. We both dislike the shoppers that have long conversation and congest an aisle. We say our words to each other in passing. Never really at a stall.
Once home I cleaned some and did a bit of yard work. After that it was time for a drink and some food. What the heck! Saturday with no plans and all alone, screw it. I went out with a friend for a few rounds what else to do. Oh, and a late 4 o’clock lunch. It was a good outing.
Dinner was some wiener. I was inspired. It was tasty. Toooooo tasty. I was happy. While eating the delicious meal I realized I couldn’t see the future because I liked the past to much. Change can be hard.
The night was one of strange conversations. The night was strange. The morning even stranger. 4 am vodka talk. Never good. sleep at 6am and awake again at 9. It’s no way to live at 40 years. I didn’t see this in my life at 40. I’m tired.
I made some Brunch. Chorizo potato and the fixings. Honestly a pat on the back. It was a hell of a meal. I’m cooking too much. Not used to doing this for only one. Life…. At least Connie gained some family this weekend. Cute little Paulie. That bottle was broken by Bekah. She destroyed it.
I went to visit my mother after dragging my lazy a** off the couch. That was a difficult task. I didn’t want to move but I needed out. I needed perspective. A little chat was nice.
I was persuaded to meet a new boy. He was adorable. I saw some friends. Paulie. I wish my dogs would get to know him.
At Home I made some fried rice. Chicken. Shadows. I dwell. I’m alone. I need to get out of this. How long do I have. I can’t do this every weekend. They are worst.
Broke the bottle.
Someone help me. I hate myself. Mystery of the stars. I woke up at the usual hour and listened to the same song on repeat for about 30 min before I decided to pop a pill and find dreamland. I crashed.
It was Monday. It felt like Sunday. I was discombobulated. Are you not supposed to cook something good on Labor Day? I scrambled some eggs. Not even photo worthy. I was tired. Exhaustion.
I had some fries for lunch. And some Jameson and Red Bull. Shared with a friend.
I made it home. Final drink. BBQ for Labor Day. Goodbye vodka. Bekah got Covid tested. Negative results finally came. Thank god.
En Fuego 