Home Alone

Nice cold rainy cloudy gray day, signs of the approaching winter, and I'm home alone.

Too wet to ride or even go outside except for a breath of air. Limited sunlight requires additional lights be turned on with the illusion of daytime. Open the blinds to dripping branches, then close again.

Shower and shave and change clothes. Not today. There is no real reason to get out of bed.

These are the days when you have to entertain yourself or listen to the rain or the walls crack. Television and food usually take over but their boredom forces the shutdown.

Computer and internet fill the communication void for a brief period, but that too become repetitive and a unfulfillable waste of time.

Projects continue to mount and present themselves, but today is not motivating.

On the wall are squashed bugs from the summer's open window. The tunes of pop "Men At Work" fill the air, but does not start the engine.

Back to television and dull new shows about plane engines exploding or politicians doing what they do or more disaster coming to Haiti or taking the toys out of Happy Meals or some stupid driver running over a school guard while she was trying to direct traffic in the rain or motorcycle gang members getting out of trouble because the lawyers prosecuting them never had a firm case or .....the list goes on and on.

Back to the computer where it is no different. "My baby just threw up" or "I hate work" or "I'm leaving the house it can be burglarizes" or ....some other rubbish.

So how do you spend the day home alone?

There are piles of projects to do. There is cleaning or painting or picking up left over ladders or .....but nothing sparks the mind or body to take action.

Back to the kitchen to eat the rest of the sandwich, but even that doesn't excite.

So it's back to bed.

Tomorrow will be dry and the morning ride will clear the lungs and the brain and get the blood flowing.

Ah that's the reason I do that.