Yesterday, I slept. After falling asleep at three in the morning, I didn’t wake until almost eleven. I wasn’t in a hurry to get out of bed, either. I finished reading my book, indulged myself with a couple of game rounds on my phone, then watched a YouTube program. Sweet, slow-moving, unhurried bliss. The weather remained hot and humid, and the cicadas droned on incessantly. I scoured my tomato plants for the ripest fruits, cleaned and refilled the birdbath, and added more birdseed to the feeder.
Neither human nor fowl wished to exert themselves unduly during the dog days of August. One little sparrow scrapped out an area in the feeder’s hopper and took up residence in the shade, surrounded by plenty of food. Other birds congregated in mass around the freshwater, and even the squirrels came to drink long, thirsty gulps of the water without shooing their competition away. I retreated to the relative comfort of my climate-controlled home and gave thanks. Because of the miracle of modern technology, I was not obliged to sweat, seek shade, and hope for a cooling puff of air.
The air conditioning left me plenty of mental capacity to start and finish a lengthy module for my online course. When I finished, I considered the possibility of a long nap before dinner. Since it seemed like a good idea, and I couldn’t conceive of a compelling reason to abstain, I gave in and curled up with a new book. Some days are ideal for a little extra rest.
I always remember my number one writing priority. My core habits are strong, and writing a little every day is my secret weapon. Yesterday I wrote 363 countable words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer