NAT KING COLE sings You Made Me Love You on the music machine as I sweep the veranda on this overcast day.
It’s cool, but it’s ever cool in our mornings.
After the brief trip to Mexico City, it’s nice to fall back into a routine, which is a very relaxed one. At least mine is. My child bride doesn’t understand relaxation.
I understand it all too well — and always have.
Check news on internet. Drink coffee, eat bagels — or sometimes croissants like today — chores, shower, dress — and, in the case of my child bride, wrestle with curly long hair forever — and on Sunday go somewhere, do something.
That something today will be a ride down the mountain to the state capital for shopping and eating. Sunday’s a good day to do this because perpetually unsettled socialist “teachers” normally take that day off. No highway obstructions.
With luck the overcast will clear soon, introducing blue skies. As I head to the shower, Julie London has replaced Nat King Cole on the music machine.
Chet Baker’s warming up in the bull pen.
I hear a train in the distance. And I think I spot the sun.