Well, Dear Reader, today's post will have nothing to do with poetry as the day was derailed, upended, and tumped over almost from the start.
Because C. fed the cats, who are usually sure they might starve to death by 6:30 a.m., I was able to sleep in. The sleeping in was nice, but the day started a bit later than usual as a result. After a shower and breakfast, I realized I needed to get to the grocery store before the crowds swarmed in (I hate to go to the grocery store, hate is not too strong a word here...if the food could just magically appear in my kitchen, I'd be overjoyed forever). Back home I finally got my coffee and settled in to read some blogs before reading some poetry and maybe tinkering with some newish drafts. This was the pattern of my weekend and I hoped to repeat it today.
Alas! I had only read three blogs when I managed to tip over my nearly full cup of coffee. Luckily, the iPhone, wallet, and mouse were spared. Sadly, most of the coffee went into my keyboard. So much so that saving it was a lost cause. I sopped up and mopped up the sticky delicious swamp (I take my coffee with milk and honey both), tossed out the keyboard and grabbed my keys. One trip to West Little Rock's Best Buy at this time of year is enough to try a woman's soul. As always I'm surprised by the lines and lines of people in the stores on a weekday morning. I fought my way through the throngs and swept up a new keyboard. Finally after swiping my debit card and winding my way back through WLR traffic, I arrived safely home.
I did finish reading the blogs and thought I might salvage my day, given that we're on break and my afternoon plans were canceled; however, I am a creature of habit, of form, of ritual, and I know this sounds hokey, but I just can't get back in the groove.
I believe I will now go sink my nose into a mystery novel. The day is gray and cool, so burrowing until the blankets on the couch with my wonderful hot water bottle at my feet will not be a complete burden. :)