Lonely Times
I don’t listen to James Taylor all that often but, for some reason, his song, “Fire and Rain” has been drifting around in my mind since I got home from work. It’s kind of making me sad. Or sadder, I guess.
Gabby the cat is sitting next to me in the dining room, nagging for some of my supper. I don’t think she realizes that I’m having lentil soup. I doubt that entrée is very high on the feline “must have” list. (Shows you what I know; she seemed to like the sample I gave her. Who knew?)
One thing about Winter: the water from the tap is sweet and icy-cold. Time for a third glass. I think I get a little dehydrated sometimes, at work.
I’m tired.
Dinner is done. Still have James in my head, singing that melancholy tune. Guess I could sleep now, but I’m going to stay up for a little bit more. No real reason.