Good drugs

...the legal sort. Whatever brain chemistry is happening when I find the groove. Mornings now are for writing. Coffee to noon, give or take, 800 to 1500 words. Some will be pruned away. Sometimes a fragment births a paragraph. I'll get wordy on you in a heartbeat. 

Today was the first pool day in too long. The first hour was skimming, brushing, and hand vacuuming the fine stuff. Then an hour of mixed dog paddling and drifting around cloud watching. I had to stay off the float because the skeeters were wild for my O+ today. 

After a shower, collapse. This drug, a powerful sleeping potion, comes wrapped in fur and purr.

Most of the morning, while I was in the studio, she was zooming around in her suite, fetching and mauling her feathered friends. We could hear her thumping around in and out of her boxes. Rumpus. Such a joy to see after watching her struggling to breathe.