Rough Morning

I’m having a tough time waking up. I’ve been up since the little kid next door rang my freakin doorbell at 7:45 this morning. I was half-awake, half-dreaming. It was I nice dream to. A nice young woman and me……Then the fucking doorbell. Ring, Ring, and Ring. I knew who it was before I got out of bed to answer. I could hear him muttering to himself, “where is he, he can’t be sleeping.” I finally stuck my head out the window and yelled at him…. He just wanted to know if he could come over after school,if his mom was late getting home. He used to come I the store last spring when she was late. He’s a nice kid, but can’t keep his attention on one thing to long.
I feel like I’m still sleeping and it’s only a dream. Foggy. I guess that’s what you’d call it. Yes that’s a good term for the way I feel.
I’ve been kind of lying low this week. No place to go and no money to get there. So, I just hang around the house and goof off. I play video games on my computer, read and watch the tele….and so on …..
I ‘m not really bored yet, but soon. I hope I hear from Social Security soon, one way or the other. Hearing from Social Services would be okay as well. But I’ll just wait and wait……
Mmmm, coffee. You know, coffee is one of the true pleasures that you can have in the morning. Most people don’t take the time to savor every bit, excuse me, last drop. I don’t know, but this mug is exceptional this morning. Must be from the thorough cleaning of the pot as well as my favorite mug. Most likely the mug. It’s another nice morning out, and I feel pretty good, I can breath pretty decently, almost feel like taking a walk this morning. I think I will, after another cup of coffee. You see, the coffee is doing it's trick. Mmm,mmm good coffee……………..