Georgie, doesn’t like moving

Good morning everyone.

I was up very early this morning,

and it wasn’t,

Georgie who woke me.

It was my mind,

spinning endlessly,

with all the things still left to do.

Last night my friend, Ken,

helped bring down the garbage,

there was quite a bit,

two recycling bins and

five large garbage bags,

don’t judge, some things can’t be recycled.

But, this morning, my brain said,

what about the fridge??

So at five-thirty,

I was up emptying jars,

and stuff pushed,

to the back of the fridge.

After that, I fed Georgie,

and made myself a tea,

I am sitting now,

in front of my laptop,

and in a bit,

when my tea,

and this blog post,

are done,

I will pack what is left,

I have today and,

tomorrow,

morning,

and I have a list,

not long, not short,

a list,

my mother taught me about lists.

And then there is Georgie,

he will be fine,

but, right now,

he is wandering around,

he often has this,

Wtf look on his face.

Soon, it will be done,

can’t be soon enough,

for him or me.

I doubt I will have,

the time or the inclination,

to write in the next few days.

Wish me luck,

pray for me,

and,

Georgie.

Stay well,

stay safe,

get vaccinated.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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