The Third Saturday In October Of The Third Year Poem by hollie ash

I woke up yawning, which is never a good sign.

I went for coffee (16 ounce vanilla mocha, no whip) and spent 20 minutes contemplating spending $16 on a book case at the thrift store (I left without it) .

I talked myself out of raking the yard (excuse: 20% of leaves still left on the trees) , mowing the grass (excuse: too wet) or cleaning the gutters (excuse: need to borrow a ladder) but I know how my neighbor Jan hates how my mimosa trees shed in the fall, so I swept her driveway.

Later I took one of those naps that make your hair wonky for the rest of the day. Kitty woke me up wanting to snuggle, then he bit me.

Before bed, I drew a diagram of the dryer vent, just for something to do.