Me fallit *

Consider this, gentle reader;
Dishes done, laundry bagged for tomorrow, floor vacuumed or washed where applicable, my apartment smells of green tea an oranges, vanilla, and the chicken that is in the oven.
Jericho ( repeat ) is on the t.v. and I have a pot of tea steeping .
My bedroom is organized ( for me ) and I can faintly smell the sandalwood incense that is smouldering there. Even though it is cool outside the patio door is open.
I was woken by a thunder storm , but it has long since passed and the sky has been tossing a fine misty rain all day.. A little wind.. The sounds are wet.. If you can understand that. Even though the sky is grey and it feels like fall, it is a nice summers day in northern Alberta.

Bored yet?


I feel a little uneasy.

It’s not the feeling I get when the bar is about to explode in redneck -ery bull sh t. It’s also not the feeling I get when the universe is going to tilt and let the crap that I let pile up around me wash over me.
Nope
It’s the weird uneasy where I know I should be comfortable and happy and at ease.
The simplest things eh.
New Job. I am working part time as a member of a team geared towards helping a gentleman with challenges in his life lead a “normal” life.
That combined with the fact I still bounce in the Junction mean my head is just above the waterline when it comes to financing.

Comfortable

And uneasy.

Maybe it’s just cause I gotta wear a cowboy hat for the second night in a row.

Maybe.

*I do not know