Not a poem

[elainegrey]

So ready to rest this weekend.
Thank you, wrong number caller,
calling someone at 8:30 am in the 215 area code
Except i'm three time zones away from 215
And this "late" compared to when i've been waking
for the work week.

I try to fall back to sleep
but i itch
so i read social media
get "caught up" on the stream of experience and
itch.

A new dermatologist on Friday
and i try explaining to myself that
i'm uncomfortable discussing all my issues with a stranger
and it's not so much that it's a guy doctor.

After 6 am
i get up
put on the kettle
grab some kix
and pop cereal in my mouth
to quiet my growling tummy.
Aleve probably doesn't do anything for itching
but (maybe it's just psychosomatic)
it improves my feeling of well being
so i take two
(NSAID addiction?).
Tea kettle boils and i reflect that
nope
tea order hasn't arrived.
I use the last of the Lapsang Souchong and make a weak pot.
I have a brick of Pu Erh.
(Ornamental gift, Year of the rooster i think)
Should i start that?

Greyci Loo laps.
And gets on the desk.
And bops me on the nose.
And nips my wrist.
Pay attention to ME.
Sleek shorthair nuzzles.

I am reminded
Edward probably wants out.
The sunflowers are all wilted and need water.
I want to repot some things today.
Am i really going to scooter from Hayward Station to work on Monday?

It's grey and overcast,
marine layer holding back the summer heat,
the warmth of the central valley
pulling the cloud blanket
up to the chin of the coastal range.