The Daily Grind

 Usually up between 4 and 5 am after a night of wild dreams about still trying to get through high school or wondering where I left my old dog Jack.  Probably need to cut back on those sleeping pills.   Next challenge is getting a fire going, pot of coffee and running the cats out of the house after feeding them.   By 7 am record the rainfall from the last 24 hours.   For this November we received 6.26 inches, almost making the 30 year average of 6.83 inches.   Going into December the next 7 day forecast is for more freezing morning fog and temperatures not much over 40 degrees.   Sure does not help with the mental outlook during these times of isolation.   By 9 am I help Celia get ready for the day and quickly thereafter it is lunch time.   It is either left overs or a pot of soup put together in the morning.    The daily exercise program consists of walking down to the wood shed to keep the fire going or patching potholes on our gravel road when I drive down to the mailbox at the highway.    Once or twice a week drive to town for groceries, prescription refills and replenish the beer supply.    The daily chores of washing clothes, and some sort of house work is never ending.    By 3 pm it is break time as I sit in my old easy chair that Celia wanted me to get rid of years ago.   Time to read a book, think about how my ancestors survived winter on their farm in the Ottawa Valley of Ontario in the 1800's and usually fall asleep for an hour waking to notice it has turned dark outside.   Time to feed cats, make dinner, watch news and learn all the great things mankind has accomplished for the day.   Hopefully to bed by 9 pm wondering what kind of dreams are in store for the night.   

Better throw another log on the fire