close watch on the door

The weather is beginning to turn thunderstormey. Forecasts are typically early, giving you 10 or 12 hours of leeway, in case you need to roll your car windows up or bring the dog inside. Even though The Weather Channel had a 50% forecast for rain starting early this afternoon, I understood that to mean late tonight or by tomorrow afternoon. So, I cycled some, easy-going, just long enough to watch the road fly underneath my moving limbs. My only reprimand was the overcast sky, suggesting you just might should have listened to those weather people because I just might start raining any second. I told it to suck it up until I finished. It was an empty threat, I discovered.

Now, I wait on a pizza delivery. When I called, I asked for their specials on multiples of the same thing. I found out that 3 medium cheese pizzas - the only type I would have considered anyways - are reasonably priced. I just hope my refrigerator has enough room for the leftovers. I assume the fridge is currently still packed with chilled or frozen bagels (I stock up, seriously) and vegetables. But my penchant for reheated pizza will overcome such struggles. I. Love. Microwaved. Pizza. Call it a guilty pleasure, if you must.

This is a calm summer day, worthy of waiting on a pizza delivery, listening to some early Cash, watching the sun progressively get tired of dealing with the clouds and call it quits for another day.

  
  Music: Johnny Cash, "I Still Miss Someone"

2 Responses to “close watch on the door”

  1. cliffardo2001 Says:

    Pleasures should not be guilty, Mr. Harne. There should only be guilt when one feels guilty because of pleasure.

  2. Maria Says:

    Blech! Microwaved pizza! I prefer my leftovers cold. Yumm. Cold Pizza for breakfast, now THAT’s a guilty pleasure!

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