Pond life

Here I sit, eleven and a half hours into overtime on a Sunday. Last night I was on a ghost investigation until after 11pm and rolled out of bed and drive to work in a sleepy daze. My job has run in an effortless fashion and allowed me the chance to read between checking my work. I finished Stephen King's The Dark Tower which proved to be 250 pages of prologue and start Lee Child's Gone Tomorrow. To continue me overtime desert analogy from the other day, this has been like a lovely long sunbathe in the desert sunshine. Still alone but pleasantly warmed by an afternoon sunlight and with a drink close to hand. The day has been frozen in time as regards the real world outside as I know nothing of Sunday,  just the typed page instead. I guess Sunday has happened just the same but I haven't realised. My reward will be the money obviously and come Monday morning, I will be back on track for my normal working week. 

My son and I visited my grandma who still has her leg in a brace after breaking it on Boxing Day. She told us that she hadn't been home since that night yet. That sounded weird but she was right. I've fallen back into my normal visiting routine with her which is about every six weeks whereas other family are currently visiting every week or so but only since she broke her leg. Once home they will stop visiting as before. Each to their own, I'm not here to judge that. But since I mention that, I've not had a member of my family visit me for three years. Just saying. 

39 years old. Settled, happy and ok financially. No complaints. Single and living an uncomplicated life with rich rewards every day thanks to my sons existence in my life. My pond is small but heavenly. But somewhere out there, in the heavens, a metaphorical kid is coming with a huge god damn brick, to plunge it into my pond. When exactly will my 'bad spell' occur? Death of a loved one, illness, accident? It cannot stay like this forever, so I sit here and praise what I have until the day that the waters of my pond are disturbed.