this morning #877.

this morning, from my usual perch next to the front room window, i sat patiently watching, rocking in the chair occasionally, waiting for any bit of outside activity at all. a slightly significant story. something to tell my daughter when she called tonight. monday nights were our nights. it was once that way back in the day. way before she moved me into this place. monday night football in the late 80’s. no matter who was playing. an ill-fated blip where we watched together at the bar. rom-coms during the offseason. for some reason, it all went sour. i can not recall why it happened at all but now we’re rebuilding tradition. hell or high water, she’d made it her mission. my girl was gonna fix this fission.