Bundles

We had to turn the air off last night because it was freezing up and not working right. The four little sleeping bundles on the floor became sweaty little bundles as the night wore on and never cooled. By the time the birds were in full song they were no longer sleeping bundles, they were giggling masses swarming through the house. I tried to go back to sleep but the birds and the giggles and the heat wouldn't let me. By 8:00 it was 80 degrees and I couldn't take it anymore so I turned on the air. Unlike the rest of us, I hope it got enough rest last night.

With my desk in a new spot I can now look out the front windows to see what's going on. I just glanced out front and saw three of the bundles (one returned home) racing down the driveway. They had seen the garbage truck coming down the street and wanted to run to it. As they got closer they realized that they didn't actually want to talk to the sanitation workers or be too near them. Their running slowed as they faltered. These men are paid by the day, not by the hour, so they move fast. They are long gone by the time the bundles reach the end of the drive. They stand there for a moment, watching the truck drive off, maybe wishing they had been a little faster.