The sun is starting to sink slowly and the cool night is making wickedly hot promises.

The trash is at the curb but the job was done quickly and poorly. The dreams are a tiny bit more refined, but they have no more substance than they did yesterday.

All of the homecats inside and out are stuffed full of the finest wet food there is, while my own meal still lies ahead, in the darkness. Soon.

Mostly, I just slept deep, and more than once.

Which I will allow myself, with no shame, on a Tuesday in June with 60+ years under my belt.

My life is perfect as it is, already and right here now.