  woke up this morning tired.  she was in the other room with my cat. was probably my snoring.  i was on the couch under a large comforter.  i rolled off the couch.  about a half hour earlier she came to tell me my alarm went off.
 i barely remembered it.  showered singing:  once i lived the life of a millionaire,  spent all my money,  didn't have any cares,  took all my friends out for a mighty good time,
 bought bootleg liquor,  champagne and wine,  then i began to fall so low,  lost all my good friends,  had nowhere to go,  if i get my hands on a dollar again,
 i'll hang on to it,  til that old eagle grins,  because,  nobody knows you when your down and out,  in your pocket not one penny,  and as for friends you don't have any.
 the shower was warm,  but uncomfortable.  the cat peeked her head in a couple of times,  her whiskers making noise against the shower curtain.  got dressed in the hallway,  same old clothes.
 spilled my medicine on the floor,  fought the cat trying to get all the pills off of the carpet.  kissed her goodbye,  left to my car.  outside they were working on the parking lot.  resurfacing,
 so it was noisy and smelly.  large machines brushing the bare concrete,  prepping it for a layer of asphalt.  driving to work was ordinary.  or. i take that back.
 driving today was not so ordinary.  i was kinder today,  letting people pass in front of me.  didn't care about slowdowns.  didn't care about being cut off.  this is extraordinary for me,
 really.  usually i am angry.  once i got to work my mood changed.  became a bit grumpy.  perhaps it's just the atmosphere.  being in an office on friday,
 having to work when there are other things i would like to be doing.  and,  really,  people here are a bit strange to me.  they are nice and all,  sure,
 but they are strange. and often not too bright.  that is a problem,  too.  for several days now i have had nothing to say.  no little tid bits.
 no little lessons or observations.  it's amazing,  really,  how little actually goes on in this world.  i mean,  in small ways.
 sure there is war.  two of them.  people dying.  that kind of thing.  sure there are other major,  happier things.
 basketball playoffs,  for example.  but,  really,  on smaller scales,  things don't really happen.
 i'm going to a concert tonight,  but there is nothing profound in that,  really.  well,  perhaps.  perhaps there is something profound in that,
 only i am not seeing it.  i shouldn't discount these things.  i shouldn't discount what looks to be ordinary.  perhaps,  today,  that will be my message.
 not to take the ordinary for granted.  it can be boring,  sure.  it can be redundant,  of course.  it can be.
yes,  it can even be downright sufferable.  but,  at the same time,  there could be something there that you are missing.  there could be little speckles of something worth remembering,
 thinking about,  hell,  even treasuring.  i guess the more ordinary things seem,  the more fascinating they can be.  maybe that is what ordinary things tell us:
 do not take them for granted.
