Spark

I just made another coffee, for some reason.  Second load of clothes in the washer.  Dishes washed.  Oil changed.

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Just fed the cat.  Coffee's still warm, somehow.  Cat decided to hop up on the couch and clean himself.  He's sitting there, like a human, with his legs stretched out, licking his forepaws.   He looks like a tubby guy who just ate a bunch of messy chicken wings.

Guess I'll finish my coffee just in time for lunch.

Life's reward, at this point, seems like simply the temporary relief of getting the next task completed.  Hopefully, music tonight will remedy a bit of this malaise.  Something needs to light a spark.

Time to put clothes in the dryer.