Wednesday

Furry alarm clock. 6 am without fail. Doesn't care was up til two studying, am in his spot. Problem is wherever I lay it is his spot that morning. Head butt, tail in the face. Yowl. Fuckin' cat. Roll over. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Light streaming in the windows. Blankets all asunder. T-shirt twisted in a crazy way. Stretch, straighten. Laze. Let the day get some age on it before rolling out. Little blip from the cell. Sweet good morning from someone dear. Big effort getting vertical, outta the clutches of the bed. Flash in the mirror on the way to the bathroom. Jesus lord whatta mess. But soft, mussy. Not too bad to wake up to today. Putter into the kitchen. Last of the mornings yawns. Joni Mitchell singing softly out the speakers. Put last nights dishes away. Mop the floor with Dr. Bronner's. Scent of peppermint. Pull on some shorts. Make a snack. Cinnamon raisin toast and yogurt with blueberries. Champaka incense, musky haze. Barefeet tucked up under on the couch. Crack the drug dosages workbook. Shoulda been pounding this into my brain starting 'bout a month ago. Coupla chapters. Roll out. Pajamas, no shoes. Pavement warm, but not yet hot. No radio in the car, windows down. Grab the last of the laundry from my parent's empty house. Need to shower now, transition into the clutter and noise of the day. I'll let the water get warm. Start a little steam on the mirror. Come and wash my hair. Hurry up.