Morning

I have grown familiar with the morning sounds my house makes as I sit in the Hawk's Nest to write. The east wall pops as the sun warms its bones. The southern window snaps a bit as it relaxes into its frame for the day after hours of standing rigid in the cold. The clock strikes the hour and the half hour to remind me that there is a world beyond this window.

Things I am definitely over as of March 1, 2012

Balsamic vinegar.  After a while, it just tastes like tar.

Static electricity everywhere, all the time.  Try to find 100% cotton clothing and household linens on a limited income.  It all contains at least 1% of something that causes static in every environ regardless of the weather.

Along those lines, I cite microfiber, a notorious cause of static electricity.  It should not hurt to take off your bathrobe.

Working full time at a job that is no longer exciting.  Considering my age and the state of the economy these last few years, it makes much more sense to do a few part-time jobs that I really like.

The smell of cigarette smoke both fresh and stale.  It makes me cough and wheeze. 

People who seem to believe that it is more important to have guns than to keep young people safe.

Snails.  They eat my vegetables.  What is their purpose in the greater scheme of things?

Underwear with the seams on the inside.  Who the hell thought that was better than having the seams away from the skin?

Vacuuming, at least until spring.