Saturday. I work. A full 8 hour shift. Excitement percolates at the thought of sitting at the flooring desk and talking to people about carpet, should they go with Triexta, or just a simply poly (polyester). Well, that's bunk.
Being semi-retired means I can now sleep in a little if I want. Of course, then I end up staying up later, which can, should I let it, begin they cycle of late nights and later mornings. My neighbor did that, stayed up until 3 in the morning and then sleeping in until noon. I find that I think differently late at night then in the morning. I allow ideas to slide, rather than pinpointing details I find fascinating. Like most people aging gracefully, I am concerned about my mind sliding, so this morning when the alarm went off at 0545, I rousted myself. Are things clearer, sharper at this early hour? Possibly. I do know that I don't let things slide. I didn't start playing a video game to help pass the time until I was tired enough to go to bed.
Well, this happened yesterday morning. This is the 2nd dumpster brought in for the clean-up of the house next door. Yesterday was also the day the workmen started cleaning out the attic. One of them told me it was creepy. I can tell you it's big. The peak is 18 feet off the floor. If there weren't so many beams, it might make for a nice master suite.