Somewhere around here, there are more than a few fucks I could give about any number of things. I'm not sure how many of those things are worth my energy or thought - some are worthy, others not even close. Doesn't matter, not on this day at least. I'm not going to give a single fuck out. The sun is out, I'm currently in the final stages of the coffee portion of the day, listening to great music and giving thought to how today's gym visit will go. Winter has been hanging out much longer than I'd like for it to do, but this is Northeast Ohio, so that hardly comes as a surprise.
Later, there are a couple of things that I am going to give a fuck about out of necessity and in all honesty, because I've procrastinated long enough over. But that's later, after the gym, after the grocery store, blah, blah, blah.
At the moment I'm basking in the combination of the coffee, my breakfast of granola & dates, and Jeff Buckley's Grace, which up until six songs ago, had completely escaped my music snob ears for no good reason. I got nothin' on that one. This album is exactly what my ears needed on this perfect Sunday. I've no idea how this gem has avoided me all this time - and it doesn't matter, because one of my favorite experiences is an album that wows me from start to finish. There's nothing quite like the first listening of a collection of tunes that does this, and I'm thankful for getting to experience such a sensation today. Call it melodramatic if you will, add one more thing to the list of things that I don't give a fuck about.
There is much satisfaction in the combination of Sunday, coffee, good music, no talking - just listening, and for the time being, no fucks to be given about anything. Later, I said. I'll give a fuck about a thing or two later. Right now every sip of coffee tastes good, like coffee never tastes better than it does on a Sunday. Unfamiliar music washing over my very soul right now, music that sounds so good that it just feels like I've been listening to it for years, yet this particular music is new to my ears.
The coffee lifts the fog from my mind, tired from being up a bit late - but that's normal for me. My 9 to 5 is a bit different, though not entirely void of daylight. When I've had to be, I am quite good at being a morning person. As it turns out, I don't really have to be...so most of the time I'm not. Most of the time I don't like to talk until the coffee has taken its purchase in my bloodstream. I can, if need be, but oftentimes my filter wakes up slower than the rest of me. I've been told I'm at my sarcastic best when my coffee is still doing its work.
So there you have it, Sunday reflections on coffee, new music to my ears, all the fucks I don't really give on this allegedly Spring day...now approaching...well, a bit later in the afternoon than I'd hoped to wrap up my coffee thoughts at. Then again, I did say I favor a slow waking approach on Sundays, there's more Jeff Buckley music to listen to, my iPod Shuffle is still charging, there's a handful of breakfast dishes to do, and some fucks to give about something I've dreaded doing, but will get through it.
I don't know what anyone else's Sunday is looking like - I suppose everyone has got their own fucks to either give or not give today, along with whatever things one might take joy in. So now that the coffee portion of my extended morning is done, I'm off. Have a great Sunday and I wish you luck in whatever dreaded fucks you may have to give. Peace, good people.
