1001

My days are all mixed up.
Yesterday felt like Monday.
What a short week it's been then.

The pugs are better than an alarm clock.
They promptly show up at my door at 7:30 AM
to snort and try to see under my door.
Just picturing that makes me smile.
There's just no way their effort wouldn't end up
with them looking straight down at the floor instead.
So now I wonder if they do that on work days
when I leave the house before 7,
in hopes that there is still someone in the bedroom.
No wonder they often have dust bunnies on their big eyeballs.

I'm having a hard time living in this day only.
May is a full month.
I find myself thinking that
there won't be any let up until the month is over.
Then I yank myself back into today
by putting my feet flat on the floor
and taking a deep breath.

I did empty my suitcase and put it away yesterday.
That is history in the making.
Then I had a three hour nap.

Today is full of little tasks
and then an evening meeting
and an all day meeting tomorrow.
Then back to work on Monday.
And I could go on and on about what follows that
but instead I'm putting my feet on the floor,
taking a deep breath and doing the next right thing.
Lord have mercy.

I can't help but think this morning of this being my 1001st post.
How there is that book called 1001 Arabian Nights.
How she managed to keep telling the story for that long.
How it was still interesting right up to the end.
How her life depended on continuing to tell the story.
There's a message in there somewhere.