I have no complaints today.

After a long lovely lunch with my friend Rebecca yesterday, I vegetated for the rest of Sunday.  Something lulled me into complacency — too much salt, the barometric pressure, the weight of the approaching week.  No matter:  I read, watched some mindless television, rifled through my mental notebook looking for pages to discard.   The satisfying fare at Cafe Gratitude obviated the need for dinner.  I drank copious quantities of water, trolled social media, and went to bed just as the storm hit.

Now I’m compensating for my forgetfulness.  I had meant to retrieve a file from the office for this morning’s court but instead I’m printing the relevant material from the internet.  I don’t mind.  Once in a while the fibers of my soul need downtime.

I’m feeling drowsy and mundane.    And — from Emily Dickinson — here’s my tribute to the day:

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

It’s the twenty-ninth day of the thirty-second month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.