The sun is out again and it could hardly be more beautiful, lighting the golden and ruby leaves into jewels, the birds are calling and happy and fussing all at the same time and how poor my life would be without their voices, their flitting bodies as they come to the feeder every day.
I'm maxed out on anxiety this morning. There. That is as much truth as the sun, as the birds. For me, at least. I have got to go take a walk, see if I can shake some of it off because this is just too much.
I've called the dentist and will go in tomorrow morning. That was easy.
I need to go let the chickens out. The wilder ones from next door are already scratching around my yard, getting the tasty bugs that rightfully belong to my flock. I doubt there is a shortage. When the dogs die, I'll be able to let the chickens into the part of the back yard which is now fenced off and they will help keep my camellia bed weeded the way they now do the little area by the kitchen where roses and banana plants grow. The dogs do not weed, they merely poop and I sort of doubt they'd run away if I did leave the gates open but one never knows. Poor old blind things. As much as they make my life more difficult, I know I could hardly bear it if one wandered into the road and got hit.
Life is so strange.