I have to admit I accomplished very little today… and I expect I will accomplish even less tomorrow. Life has become a series of trivial expectations. I expect to wake up… unrested and have to face the day. I expect to sit at my desk in front of a computer screen and a mountain of paper. I expect to eat one of three tried-and-true lunches. I expect to come home to happy and hungry dogs and settle on the couch for some Netflix.
Boring and predictable.
Tonight is not routine. Puccini has taken up residence outside my window. Cat..uccini… ?
I have never liked opera.