At 5:38 AM, a bluebird dove onto the patio and shouted, “Sunup! Sunup! Time to get your butt up!”
A nearby cat gave his whiskers a wash. “Think I’ll sleep the day away, getting up at 2040 to start my play.”
With temperatures expected to pierce 100 degrees F, the cat has the right idea on this Tuesday, June 1, 2021. I’ll continue with my room painting inside the house (yeah, can’t do that outside the house, now can I?) and avoid the outdoors until it’s cooler, say, six PM. Then I’ll head for the hills for a walk.
My wife and I were complaining about how much laundry we generate as we folded yet another load. “We could go nude,” she suggested.
“Last time I did that, I caused a general uproar,” I replied, garnering an eye roll.
I continued painting the great room yesterday, cutting in along the ceiling (didn’t do a good job, I must say), windows, fireplace, outlets…the list goes on. Music in my head played. I was stuck on one song. You’d think, end of May, beginning of June, unofficial start of summer, etc, would influence my brain’s choice. And you would be incorrect.
No, my brain began singing a 1975 Grand Funk song, “Bad Time”.
I'm in love with the girl that I'm talking about I'm in love with the girl I can't live without I'm in love but I sure picked a bad time To be in love To be in love Well, let her be somebody else's queen I don't want to know about it There's too many others that know what I mean And that's why I got to live without it I'm in love with the girl I'm talking about I'm in love with the girl I can't live without I'm in love but I feel like I'm wearin' it out I'm in love but I must have picked a bad time to be in love A bad time to be in love A bad time to be in love A bad time to be in love
h/t to Lyrics.com
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