There is this cloud, it’s hanging over my head.
Maybe it’s the time of year.
Maybe it’s other things.
It’s probably other things.
Melancholy is the word I’m looking for.
Can it be cured with coffee?
And then there was the smoke detector incident.
Question: WHY do batteries in these devices always die at 3 am?
Plus they don’t die quickly. They linger and chirp and argue and announce their will to live another day with much fuss and argument.
I got up. The bed was empty. So I guess I gotta deal. Fine.
I need a step stool to reach the ceiling.
Pressed a button.
Tried to locate the door for the battery.
Couldn’t find it.
Squinted to read the fine print.
Stepped off, looked for my glasses, found the readers I use when I wear contacts which don’t work for distance, put them down again, went back to the step stool, moved it back to the kitchen, returned to the bedroom giving the evil contraption up on the ceiling one final glare, slammed the door which was anti-climatic because something hanging off the doorknob caught in it, and went back to bed.
Let it chirp away its agony for all I care.
Fast forward to morning.
It was hard.
The girl made her own breakfast (oatmeal, easy peasy) and tea, but unsurprisingly the teen was nowhere near where he should be. Or awake. Or up.
I made coffee.
Noticed the disconnected evil contraption on the kitchen island.
Maybe the Elf on the Shelf took it down…oh wait. He’s buried in the attic in a bin, never to surface again (one can wish…)
Made a lunch for one kid.
Realized thermos and lunch bag was missing for the other kid. (Why why why…)
Made another lunch and left it on the counter.
Not getting worked up.
Blah blah blah long story short they left for school armed with lunches and I’m sitting here typing random idleness into my phone.
But I will switch in a moment to my laptop so I can verify all the intricacies that is required for a WordPress post because I don’t feel like dealing with another problem today.
I am going to evade my pensive sadness.
The cure, I think, lies in baking Christmas cookies.
Good morning Monday.
How is your day looking?