Wednesday

I'm overrun with song lyrics this morning. Well, the frost is on the pumpkin, and the hay is in the barn, bridges are for burning, so don't you let that yearning pass you by....
I had to scrape the windows this morning and the weather report says 50's all week, dipping down to upper 40's in Northern Jersey. Geez, winter comes quick. I missed fall, I think.
And then, it's Wednesday. This is the way we wash our clothes, wash our clothes, wash our clothes, so early Wednesday morning. It's half price on twenty pound washers at Sonic Suds, which means I can do a family of five's laundry for under $15 but I have to be here early and be prepared to jockey for washers.
It's a good day. I'm all done washing and have about half an hour of dry and fold ahead of me and it's only 8:30 a.m. Yee ha. I'm kickin' ass and takin' names, blogging and enjoying the rush of that first good cup of tea, even though I'm at the tail end of it. By the time I get it all folded and bagged and dragged into the car I will be tuckered out enough to nap with any luck. I did the dumb thing of drinking a Monster Java at work last night on my break at 8:15, so at one a.m. I was still surfing the web instead of my ocean of dreams.
I'm feeling more and more like a writer as I get older. I hope someday I can actually call this my profession, because I really love it. I genuinely enjoy writing. Now if I can just get paid to do it.
It's Wednesday. It should be the beginning of my work week, but because I got called in last night, I'm now looking down the barrel of closing yesterday, today and tomorrow, followed by opening Friday and Saturday. I am not opening Sunday as I have the last two. I've asked politely not to be scheduled to open on Sundays. We'll see. I'm optimistic as it all begins. I find that work is a healthy, welcome distraction.
I have been fixated on the word precipice. Last night what I realized was what I'm trying to convey is the Fool in the Tarot deck. I can strongly identify with that fool in me. I am on a precipice, a threshold. I am not sure what lies ahead, but I know it has to be different from the past to make all this tribulation valid.