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Feast or Famine
Jul. 15th, 2012 09:00 pmI didn't get to the store today, and I'm not sure when I'll be able to reschedule. There's plenty of food for me, but I'm going to be short of of cat food tomorrow morning. The cats will not be pleased. They're all chubby enough to live on their fat for a few days at least, but kitties hate to miss a meal. I'm going to have to endure disapproving glares and plaintive mews until I can get more food for them. And the local birds had better take cover.
But then the delay means I get to go shopping on a somewhat cooler day, whatever day that turns out to be— well, as long as it's early this week. It will get hot again, of course. It always does in July. In August, one never knows for sure. There will be a peak, and then the drift into winter begins and you don't even know it has begun. That's the way everything goes, really, but it's probably best not to think on it too long.
It's like when you end up wondering where your meal is, not knowing your last was your last. I think I'll check my cupboard for a can or two of tuna. I don't want to be that guy to the cats.
( Sunday Verse )
But then the delay means I get to go shopping on a somewhat cooler day, whatever day that turns out to be— well, as long as it's early this week. It will get hot again, of course. It always does in July. In August, one never knows for sure. There will be a peak, and then the drift into winter begins and you don't even know it has begun. That's the way everything goes, really, but it's probably best not to think on it too long.
It's like when you end up wondering where your meal is, not knowing your last was your last. I think I'll check my cupboard for a can or two of tuna. I don't want to be that guy to the cats.
( Sunday Verse )
