Ya Know What I Was Thinking?

Ebb Tide

When I wake up on days like this, I think about going directly back to bed. Gray, sloppy, useless... Oh, and the weather sucks, too!

November in the Midwest is about as dreary as it gets. A blanket covers everything; but it's not like the blankets of snow that will come later, bringing with them the romance of reflected moonlight, the laughter of children. These sheets of November are like wet, moldy tarpaulins thrown over the furniture of our lives. They cover, but they don't protect. They simply weight us down.

There's nothing else to do to but write and play Minecraft, it feels like. Vacuum the floors? Eh...maybe tomorrow. Dust the shelves and nicknacks? Why, no one's venturing out of their house in this cold soup to see them anyway. Cook dinner? Bologna a cheese will do just fine.

Write a flash fiction or a short story or a review? It seems easier to pull a truck with my teeth.

Gotta work tomorrow; gotta do chores today; gotta make dinner tonight. Got nothin' left in the tank after that, I don't think, except curling up on the couch to binge reruns of Downton Abbey.

I hope the world doesn't expect too much out of me today, because I certainly don't.

Don't you just love November?