Powerful sunshine kicked in the day. I blinked against the golden warmth. “Sol. What time is it?”
“Time to raise your derriere from the dead.”
“Time to rise and — “
“Sol, it’s too early.”
“6:32 AM.” Sol sat, flipping rays back from his face. “It’s also Saturday, August 28, 2021, if that matters to you, the last Saturday in August.” Sol sighed. “September is next week, you know. Soon, I’ll be a wintry sun, mourning the cold land from a sad distance.”
“Not everywhere. Just up in the northern climes.”
“True.” Sol sniffed. “An advantage of being omnipresent. I’m always somewhere. Got any coffee?”
“I’ll make some.”
My slumber ended, I peed first, then shuffled into the kitchen. Cats greeted me, falling into step. The necessary feeding detour was executed. “How long are you here today, Sol?” I asked the sun as he joined me in the kitchen.
“Until 7:52 in the evening, thereabouts.” Sol perched himself on the counter. “And I’m in a hot mood. Think it’ll be ninety-five to a hundred today.”
Sol watched the coffee making. “Make it strong. I like it strong.”
“I am the sun, you know.”
“Right, right, got that.”
Sol and I began channeling David Bowie music, falling back into some of his early seventies stuff as coffee brewed, basically working through a compilation album with “Diamond Dogs”, “Rebel, Rebel”, “Space Oddity”, “Changes”, and “Suffragette City”. By the time we finished our first cuppa, we were belting out “The Jean Genie”. Sol and I agreed that should be today’s theme music.
As Sol told me, stay positive — “Like me, I’m always sunny, hah!” — test negative, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax. Here’s the music. Cheers