Well, I have no time for this blog today. I must sit here at my desk and constantly scoop cats off my keyboard. That's just how it is for me - all day long. Cats on the keyboard. I scoop one off, another jumps on. I scoop that one off, the first jumps back on.
I did not want to fight the hard wind that blew yesterday, so I left my bike home and drove to Metro Cafe.
Do they look like they are teasing each other? They are. Over me. About who I love best, the one with black hair or the blond? Carmen and Shoshana! I love you both. There is no favoritism here.
And I really love your coffee.
Best coffee in Wasilla.
And the finest coffee shop.
There is none other like it.
This is the only coffee shop in the entire world where anyone has ever fought over me.
And here I am, just one step shy of being old.
How come?
As I was taking this picture, I was aware that there was a vehicle in line behind me. Once these two got my coffee prepared, it took them a little longer to get my apple pastry out of the fridge and warm it up and I got nervous that I was making the person in the car behind wait too long, so I drove around the building and briefly parked in front until Shoshana could bring my pastry out.
What I did not know was that the person in the car, who had now herself pulled up to the window, was, at that very moment, paying for my next round of coffee and pastry.
I wish I had known, because then I would have positioned myself where I could have taken a good look at this generous, anonymous, person so that I could have seen who she is and thanked her properly.
You can see the comment that she left yesterday under the name OmegaMom.
Now I really must go. I have hundreds of other pictures that I have taken during my breakfast, lunch and coffee breaks this past week that I really want to post - I even have more of both Pistol and Jim making my work difficult. In fact, Jim is sitting atop my computer even as I write these words.
But I just don't have time.
I am way, way, WAAAAAAY behind and I must do what I can to catch up - even though I will never catch up.
I will always be behind.
When they slide me into the crematorium they will say, "well, he did a few things in life but he left most of his work unfinished, because he was always behind, could never catch up, and, in total sum, spent years and years picking cats up off his keyboard, holding them for a moment and then putting them down on the floor just in time for another cat to take the place of the first.
"Think what he might have accomplished, had he only got caught up!"
I think dedicated readers are going to see a lot of stunted posts from now until October. Probably, 70 to 80 percent. Maybe 90 percent - or 95 percent. By October, I hope to have come up with a strategy, the discipline and the means to make this online publishing endeavor work.
Jim just jumped down from the computer. He's on my chest now, cradled atop my left arm, leaving me to type with just one hand.