Splendid and Efficacious

"No more coffee," says the doctor to which I reply cheerfully "go fuck yourself," which makes her laugh. But still. Noon on the back porch roof counting butterflies and crows, busting clouds just to prove to the many skeptics I still can. Even the Tao isn't the Tao, which it turns out is a welcome development. Mountain Dew, cream soda with vodka, room temperature Narragansett beer. Sex in uncomfortable spaces followed by a discussion of the Kink's "I'm Not Like Everybody Else," by which I mean me putting the song on, you listening to one verse and chorus then turning it off, saying that one insufficiently reflective male was enough for one day. Grape vines slowly scale the chicken shed, followed by wild morning glories. Did I mention joy? Would you like a sandwich, I think there's some rye bread and mustard around here somewhere. And who will lead this secret assault on the Country of Tea, you? Those who are disposed to prayer will now lead us in a plea for divine forgiveness and ideally a relevant intervention will follow. Sunlight on my toes makes me happy. My whole body hums "All God's Critters Got a Place in the Choir," it wouldn't surprise me folks hear it a couple states away. Would you look at it, this new - this splendid and efficacious - this who needed an extended warranty anyway - heart, I mean home, I mean I'm happy man, can we for once just leave it at that?