feels like sunday

The sun beats in the window, the air is still. Cicadas are singing, the dogs are asleep. My enthusiastic burst of house cleaning ran out. The floor is still wet.

I am not sure what to do next... I want to paint, but only when the other chores are done.

I
know,
I'll
make
a
list.
That
always
seems
to
help.

Today I am grateful for the beauty of the shadows on the wall.