Monday

 

The heat of the SoCal sun woke me before the break of dawn, and I beelined out the door in pursuit of some sort of normalcy in an otherwise chaotic world. My four-legged comrade, a Dachshund 3 years of age, bounded by my side with pure joy, unencumbered by the state of the world. We traversed fields, orchards, and ponds for miles — somewhere short of paradise, seeking some sort of haven from the toils of the day that had yet to come. Our pace was steady, gradually picking up as more miles were conquered, until finally the devilish heat of the Los Angeles morning chased us back to our starting line.

Stomping around the living room post-run, I checked my various blogs and forums for any activity, never quite sure what I was looking for. But when I knew I had found something, I never found it; nevertheless, I pressed on, my purposeful aimlessness my solace.

Just then, a reminder came from the State Lab that an observation of the water sample pull at 1 PM had Brewed for me; I glanced at the clock, stamping it as 11:45. Nothing much going on, I thought to myself, so I opted for a bit of respite, curling up on the softest corner of my divan for some midday solace. Before I knew it, an hour had passed, and I was off, having made the appointment in good time. I met with the lab technician in full greyscale getup and waited, my eyes restless.

That being done, I had the rest of the day to myself, and I my first thought was to find my activity of choice. however, I was quickly reminded that October in Los Angeles was never quite bonafidely good for seasonal weather. Today was a mild chill, but the weatherman told me heat was on its way again; my thoughts soured as I knew that tomorrow would bring no change to the status quo.

Still, I tried to make the best out of the day I had, but my efforts were ultimately subdued by my knowledge that I had wasted yet another day that could have been better used elsewhere. With a heavy sigh, I reverted to my aimless wanderings, maybe tomorrow will be a better day.