Mundane Sunday

Mundane Sunday

My Tandem insulin pump, wakes me up at 6 A.M., like an alarm clock would, to let me know I am going low. So, like it or not, I am up for the day.

 It’s Sunday morning, January 7^th.

Like it or not, I drink a glass of juice, then fix a cup of coffee and a piece of toast.

Now. . . it’s Wordle time.

I started doing the word game last January. In the beginning I struggled. Now I’m fairly good. This morning I figured out the five letter word of the day in less than five minutes. My current winning streak is thirty-seven days long and I feel proud.

At my last eye doctor’s visit, hoping  to engage him in normal conversation, I asked if he played the game. I expected to chat about fun or finding time to play. But, his response was a dissertation on vowel versus consonant approaches. His take on a mundane pastime was genius, the only one he had, and why he’s a retina surgeon.

According to him, I use a vowel approach. I always use the word years, because it has three vowels. If none are in the word, I attempt to use the remaining vowels, i o or u.

Well, it is time to shower and blow dry my hair. Then I will bake a crumb cake for my grandson.

Yesterday, January 6th is a date I will always remember because. . . it is also my grandson’s birthday.

The day won’t be totally mundane. Dominic, his wife Marcela, and our daughter Janine, will join us for dinner out, then we’ll come home.

I will light a candle on the crumb cake and we will sing Happy Birthday.

P.S. It’s not snowing in Florida, but I wish it were.

. . . just saying