Ten-Finger Exercises

Sunday noon

I helped with the 8 a.m. service today, and Bill sings in the choir at the 10:30 service. So, after hanging around for a Bible study on James and some conversation with a lady I don't see often, I'm home alone for a short time.

Three shelves of clouds extend
above the horizon reaching
into gray unremarkable sky.
A sweater isn’t quite enough
to keep out the cold. Intermittent
breeze and drizzle is an uninspiring
forecast, but so much better than
the other coast that’s plagued with
flooding and high winds.
The 7.6 earthquake off B.C.
didn’t send the tsunami
predicted last night to our western beaches.
All in all, a good day to be thankful.

Even though this is the only hour
I have to write, nothing stands out.
It’s good enough to be inside and
warm, accompanied by dog and cats
suggesting, by example, napping.