It was a very fine day.
I awoke BEFORE the birds this morning. Seriously. I don’t know why I wake up so early but my friend, Teresa, thinks that it must be my farmer genes and she may be correct.
I awoke so early this morning that the seagulls were just barely squawking and they hadn’t even begun to pick through the trash bins on the street and Pickles was sleeping so hard that she didn’t hear me leave the bed.
I had my coffee. I read the news feed.
And so my day began.
I worked in the morning and I was happy with my productivity and felt full of satisfaction when I stood up for the 7th inning stretch.
When it was time for lunch I ate a sandwich and in-so-doing, I broke a tooth. Yes. I broke a tooth on a sandwich.
The dentist will see me next week or earlier if there’s a cancellation.
I would say that it was all downhill after that but it wasn’t. I took Pickles to the seaside for a walk. How can one be in a bad mood when the sky is blue and the sea is blue and there is a soothing breeze? I’ll try to remember this when I’m in the dentist’s chair next week.