Fleeting Thoughts, Because It's Late

I have to be at my class at 9:30am tomorrow, but I'm awake at 12:15am, so why not write?

Most nights, I like to listen to music on my balcony.   Earbuds in, external sounds out.  But right now, I'm digging the crickets.  And distant, yet close enough to hear, neighbors speaking a foreign language outside.  Not sure of the language.  Not Spanish.  Not German.  Russian?  That's been suggested by a visiting friend.  I dunno.

Tomorrow, I have the whole day to myself.  What to do?  Sleep in?  No.  I have my morning class.  Then what?  Pick up my prescription.  Then?  Buy paint and dropcloths?  Come home and get started on the living room?  Or just come directly home then go walking on the bike trail with my camera?  Come home and relax with my book?  Shop for a couch?  The options are endless.

Sunday is Lukey's fifth birthday, and my immediate family and I are celebrating.  So I need to shop for food and gift sometime for that.  I'm thinking of going with pizza, once again.  Hey, it's easy and kids like that!  Also, an ice cream cake.  Cause who doesn't love ice cream cakes?  Commies, that's who.

Have I told you that I love my life and my options lately?  I do.  I totally do.