It snowed just twelve miles away yesterday. Snowed. In April. Nearly May. Probably need to wear a thin layer under a button down again today. Leave the window blind up; the sunshine is looking mighty nice right now. Remember to get creamer at the store on the way in. They’ll be closed by the time you get off. Um – toast should basically be a boat for butter; keep going. There’s some Apricot marmalade in the fridge – use that too.
Take the empty egg cartons to the farm people today. May not need more eggs, but they look messy piled up there on top of the fridge. Floor could really use a good mop in here too. Not now. Only two hours before the first meeting. Better get busy scarfing that toast and coffee down. Take the eye vitamins and immune system supplements after you finish the first piece.
No, there’s no time to read that chapter. It’s an eat and run morning. Should have thought about that last night when sleep wasn’t intriguing enough to cajole. A little effort wouldn’t hurt on those nights. Four hours rest isn’t what those degenerate eyes need. And a ten o’clock wake-up (in order to get them an hour and a half more) lacks style. Really. Could have hit the 4000 word count with a decent night’s sleep this morning.
Leave the heat down. Save on the power bill. Speaking of bills – open that one from yesterday and text the amount to M so she can pay it. After that NSF from the local bank last week, it might be a good idea to close that account today or tomorrow. Lady tried to say the online transaction records are updated daily. So not true. Best close it and just work with cash for the small amount every month. And check both post offices on the way too. Otherwise that Walmart package will get sent back.
Hit the shower. Use the shower cap. Hair looks serviceable (smells fine too). No point in wasting time messing with that plain-Jane cut. Tomorrow’s the bigger meeting, so save those pants for that. Wear the greenerish-brown pair. Otherwise it’s the same black pair worn yesterday. Bad enough only three or four pairs fit, but do try and keep an appearance of variety. Thank goodness for all these shirts. They need to be rearranged again to hang in ROYGBV order. Too much hurry whenever coming or going. There are probably still clothes in the dryer crowding wrinkles into each other.
Just a hint of blush. No age spots to cover up yet – small blessings. Wow! What was that dream last night?! Someone with makeup done sparkly? And a hubbub of argument about “being out of uniform?” How fun to still be at work during the scant hours of sleep managed. Seriously.
Leave the books. No time to read them at work anyway. Lunch consists of a can of fruit at the overflowing desk or while standing in the front office. Stop kidding yourself. They’ll still be here when the day is done. You have time. Belt. Don’t forget the belt. Brown one would work with this. Maybe ice the eyes before leaving. The cold would feel good, and it wouldn’t hurt the bags under them either. Stop worrying. “could be twenty or thirty years,” he said. There’s time.
This piece is the result of following Brian Kiteley’s second writing exercise in his book, The 3 A.M. Epiphany. If you can get past the introduction, I highly recommend this to any writer with a day job.