The Bloody Doors Off

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart

But now it’s gettin’ late
And the moon is climbin’ high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin’ in your eye

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon

Harvest Moon, Neil Young

Baby, take off your coat
Real slow
And take off your shoes
I’ll take off your shoes
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes

You Can Leave Your Hat On, Joe Cocker

It feels like a Sunday.

It really does.

I’m on the third load of laundry.

Fuck it’s almost 7pm.

The day’s flown by.

The weather is perfect.

For early October.

But I’m not complaining.

No sir.

Looked ahead at the forecast.

More of the same.

Woke up to the thunderstorm this morning.

Never happens.

I always miss it.

Today I got to enjoy four good rumbles of thunder.

Before it moved on.

What was that? 6:30 am?

Went back to bed an hour later.

Got another two hours in.

Almost never happens.

Unless it’s Sunday.

If it’s gonna happen.

It’s on a Sunday.

Are we sure it’s not Sunday?

Because I’m not ready for Thursday.

The boy goes to high school then.

Which means I’ll be up at 6:30 am.

Every morning.

A little quiet time for me.

Then to get his lunch packed.

Hopefully wake him up on the second attempt.

I think the weather turned to give us a heads up.

Summer vacation is over.