Another day of nothing to do but what I want to do. I can bang on my drum all day if I so desire. I can sit here in my office or on the new patio furniture out back or go back to bed for that matter. I do have an appointment at the chiropractor on my busy schedule, but otherwise the day is clear. It might be a good afternoon to go to the beach with no rain in the forecast until later tonight. We had quite the gully-washer last night, as has been the case most evenings this past week. Poor Tally, our schnauzer, has been a mess from all the lightening and thunder. She has even hidden in the closet where it is quiet and dark. Sometimes we just move her bed in there. 

Tally also has a preference for my office chair. With only one window, it’s in another interior room sheltered from outside disturbances.  She feels safe, but we’re always fighting for that chair. I use it to watch TV, but anytime I abandon it, even for just for a few minutes, she’s back in it, curled up on the blanket that we use to protect the soft, suede material. It’s a better look than the plastic covering that you find in other old people’s homes. 

I’m nearly finished sorting baseball cards, a project perfectly suited for retirement. There’s still some work to do on personal photos, but otherwise my stuff is in order. I sometimes worry about the mess I might leave behind for others if I don’t get everything properly organized. There’s not much value in all of this to anyone but myself, so now is the time to enjoy it – sorting is very therapeutic, just like writing. It will probably all just get thrown away in the end – one man’s treasure is another man’s junk.