Restful Mind

It’s my usual time on a Sunday morning to call my father-in-law, then make up the bed, and take a shower. I’m done taking my medication and now it’s time to sit here and bore you to a stupor with my writing. But ain’t that the way it’s always been with me? I post no vacation pics, tell no tales of exotic adventures, or brag about wild expensive shopping sprees. Just plain old me doing what I do best, filling your head with useless information. But don’t worry about it, even my own children hardly give me the time of day. So don’t feel guilty about not giving me any of yours.
 
This reminds me of the times when I lived with my Granny Geiger. She’d always welcome me with open arms, and besides when I moved in, I give her someone to talk to besides the toaster. It never failed that every morning before I’d headed to work, my Granny would fix me breakfast and talk my head off about whatever. All the while just like Granddaddy used to, I’d have my nose in the morning paper saying “uh huh” every few minutes out of habit. I don’t think that was being disrespectful, because my Granny was smarter than that. She just enjoyed the company after so many years of being alone.
 
So as the rain quietly falls outside my office windows. I really don’t worry about who’s reading or listening to this. I just sit here knowing that what I am saying is clearing all the shit that piles up in my head. Think of it this way, our apartment without little kids or pets never looks trashy. But the floors and counters still need cleaning to collect the dust. Because even when you don’t realize it, trash will collect and clutter up even the most restful mind.