I wake and start it up, a cup of coffee and da muffin.
As the gears click into motion I look for the stuff to do.
It’s not that there is a lack of choices.
There are so many things which call to me.
Some of which have sat for days or weeks.
Other things taking priority. You know the ones I mean.
And then there is the list and that list and even a list of lists.
I resign to stay in my night clothes.
The rain is relentless this day, so I tackle those inside things.
I rest and read and write in between a chore or two and listen to music.
The sun peeks for a moment and I wonder if I would …
The rain comes again and I am glad and stay inside.
Although I do think to play in the warm tropical rain …
And now it appears that only a quarter of daylight remains.
I am writing this little meandering verse.
After making almond flour and water skillet grilled biscuits.
With … and you are not going to believe this … more coffee, Kona coffee to be precise.
The music continues to play a list of my favorite songs I have never heard.
YouTube Music … kind of amazing if you ask me.
The sun is out again and I could try.
Perhaps another day,
In Lieu of the Stuff to Do,