I stepped outside for a break
right into a cold front. My hot
coffee won’t stay hot long.
Wind gusts are pushing
through the trees like a
The force of winter has nothing
in its way. The fall is forgotten
but my brain is still in sandals.
Until now it was a lazy day.
The wind has doubled or more
and the sun is in full retreat.
I better hurry if I want to make
my window for a late afternoon
cup of coffee.
I made a 10 oz cup instead of a
12 oz cup to have enough room
for cream as I decided to try
a cup with cream only. Funny, I
like a double espresso with
sugar. But regular old coffee
black kills my taste for coffee.
I took a sip and put it down.
When I picked it up again, there
was a tiny bug floating in the
cup who didn’t like the coffee
So much for my Plan A. No time
for a Plan B if I had one today.
I guess it is time for me to start
cooking dinner. I am baking
chicken legs. Why chicken legs?
It is the only fresh meat in the
fridge that was dropped from
our scaled down Thanksgiving
menu. We already cut back
on the variety of food and
will cook less of everything.
Instead of for twenty, it will
be for ten, but in reality five.
We just went to back to Phase 2
this afternoon. So the few who
might have come will now get
curbside delivery service. All
wearing masks of course.
At any rate, there will still be
more leftovers than usual.
Turkey and ham will abound
for a good week or so. You have
heard it before, “Be safe, not
sorry.” It is hard to plan with
COVID. Things change quickly.
But we can plan to pray.
Give thanks and pray.
an early poem comes
before the day and before
that cup of coffee