SUNDAYS...

are probably the hardest day of the week. The only sound when I get up is the furnace which isn't any different than the other six mornings, but it is, somehow. Karma and Kaizer greet me, and I watch from the door as they dash outside to relieve themselves. Then it's coffee and cuddle time in front of the television. I don't turn on the sound, so it's still just the furnace and Kaizer's soft grunts as I rub his ears. 

Unlike the other six days, it’s entirely possible I will go the entire day without speaking to another person. Everyone I know is busy with their families or spouses, so I feel it would be rather rude to call or drop in. That’s not to say I wouldn’t be welcome, because I surely would. It’s more my feelings that Sunday is a family day and except for my doggies, I’ve no family living here in my house.

       Three Dog Night had a song with these lyrics:

                  "One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

                  "Two can be as bad as one

                  "It's the loneliest number since the number one."

        I've always thought it had to do with smoking marijuana, i.e., one/number, but it might have a different meaning. In any case, there were many times when John was here and the second line certainly applied. Now, it's just me, myself and I, and it's lonely in a completely different way.

         My cure for this lonely day is my list. I'll close this post and look to my list and get busy. Before I know it, this lonely day will be gone, and I'll look to the accomplishments I made as a result.