I thought I'd just slap a few lines up tonight before dinner and a movie date with a hot surfer dude I met in the living room.
A call to prayer echoes from a tinny-speaker, fragmented in a psychadelic sort of way by the ceiling fan, and I'm calling a fine day-- a day. It's 7:40pm, it's 88.2F, 61% humidity (not bad, not bad) and we've got leftover curry.....lentils, greens, banana flower, and of course rice.
The ants are everywhere these days. And, I have to say, unless they are in my food, running at my food, or coming out of the computer keyboard, I don't really mind them. They clean up, they're organized, and....something about their efficiency and sense of purpose over the past week...I guess I admire the little buggers so...we're co-habitating. But there are rules. Not in the food, stay out of the electrical equipment....and not on the bed. Otherwise, have at it. (they're little)
Hot surfer dude beckons.