Some mornings I am late and some early, much like today when I'm up and drinking my morning cup of tea in residual warmth of my balcony leftover by a cooling sun that looks like it's turning blue.
And suddenly I hear the clattering of small wheels upon pebbles right under my house which means someone is delivering something heavy on a trolley.
Sure enough it's the guy delivering water who practically leans on the doorbell and doesn't let go until I open the door.
(Of course I type this after receiving the water and chastising him for the hundredth time to not bang my door or ring the doorbell repeatedly)
My cats don't like this onslaught of sudden scary activity and they're left scurrying about the house, feeling threatened and afraid.
Here's the thing about sitting on the top floor of the house when in an emergency, much like that boor ringing my doorbell inexhaustibly arises.
I have to run down three floors to intercept any activity, and this, when I heard someone from the balcony and acted promptly.
If I was inside a room making the bed or something I'd probably not have heard even the doorbell.
Friday then! Finally! It took long enough to reach this week.
What's it gonna be today?
My work stays unchanged except today I'm going in for a strenuous cardio workout and then etc etc.
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