Saturday morning in the office

Kate's roommate, Beth, came back to Atlanta yesterday afternoon, and Kate borrowed my car and drove up to be with her near Lennox Square. They ate supper and went to a concert which started, oddly, around 11:00 last night. I had been sleeping through 'What Not to Wear' and whatever Cindy was watching while I slept, when Kate texted Cindy and told her that she and Beth were at the Variety Playhouse in Little Five Points and were going into the concert. Awful late.

Cindy and I went to bed awfully late also. And the morning came early when I awoke around 6:00. I went into the kitchen and took Tex out for his morning inspection of the back yard. If I could be more awake when I take Tex out, I think I would enjoy it more. I always love the quiet of morning. The rustling sounds of birds and squirrels coming out to take advantage of the sleepy day. The light rising from the trees behind our house, shedding a golden light on dewy grass.

It rained yesterday afternoon in Griffin, but Cindy says it did nothing at our house. I am not sure. Perhaps the rain was so brief that it didn't register. I don't know. All I know is that the ground is moist and the sunshine glints off the blades of grass. Little mirrors on the ground. The flowering bushes and blossoms in the gardens in the backyard are perky with the moisture, standing straight, providing colors of pink and yellow for the morning.

Later today, my family in St. Petersburg will have a little ceremony to remember the little girl born to my cousin Nikki, who passed away so quickly after her premature birth. There is no solace other than time for such a stab in one's heart.

Earlier, I noticed that we are low on breakfast items in the pantry, and I skipped breakfast and took a shower and dressed in a casual shirt and some khaki shorts, a pair of loafers without socks. Now I am in the office, listening to the NPR broadcast and waiting for one of my clients to come in and make good a bad check. Later I will go over to the post office to check the mail again for promised payments.

If I was not so sleepy, I would take the opportunity to do some work around here, but I am missing some rest from last night and need to go back home and take a nap before the rest of the day blows past me.

I wonder when Kate will return. Or, will the eagle scream and free Cindy and I to drive up to Atlanta and meet her and Beth? I'm still waiting.