Grumpy Old Man

At work this morning and a guy from night shift stuck his head into the office and asked if, "the grumpy old guy is here today?"

Hey!! I'm over here!! I fit that description.

But he wasn't looking for me. 

I love the half hour before the rain begins to fall.

When you can feel the winds pick up and the changes in the air.

I don't know if I'd call it the 'calm before the storm' .... it's not like nothing's happening in those moments.

You could be without sight but still sense the change happening.

There's a sudden cooling freshness moving around.

I don't know if it's a universal truth or a Pacific Northwest thing.

You experience it enough and you can begin to feel the rain, still somewhere in the distance but approaching. 

The major issue with taking days off from work is that it disrupts my routine.

Most of which I don't give a rats azz about but I've become so routine bound and found a comfort zone with taking my BP meds right before I go out the door in the morning and on days off it will be 1:28pm and I'll suddenly realize that I totally spaced it off for that morning.

And I'll be like: "Oh Shit!!!"

And I don't like to be like that in my old age.

This was taken at sunset a day or two ago. I keep looking at it. It may be one of my favorites. To me, it's saying that summer is over. The geese flying about overhead are more numerous. They know that they are headed south soon. The heron's reflection feels lonelier. Transition is taking place.