Wednesday mumbling

This morning the two furry boys wanted attention at 5am. So here I am. Was sitting with them and they routinely attack each other until their energy depletes. Then they go to food and water. Energy back. Attack. After I figure 45 minutes they are fully baked and need time to lay awhile. It never lasts of course. Puppies being what they are the moment I leave they start needing attention or just wanting the big old retired guy play toy. It’s a Wednesday. So what I want is a little morning to write whatever. The journal these days is full of little bits of what if. I never figure it’s up to me to control or inject what “should be” in there. There’s nothing in it that should be. Or might be. There’s me and it. Wednesday always feels like a day between other days. Some would say hump day. When I worked it was never some halfway to weekend day. I always worked weekends too. The walk and then This morning wonderful blue skies. Lately we have had more rain evenings and early mornings. I like…