Today is a day to celebrate.
I awoke, opened my eyes, I was not sick, or dead, I was alive.
I heard the garbage truck collecting garbage, heard the compactor grinding away, at 5am.
The men in those trucks had been up much earlier than me.
I had coffee, boiled in the pot like my Amerindian grandfather, drained the black water into my cup, savoured the dregs, with the bitter grains
I did not stand still, staring, lost in myself for hours.
I did not stand still, afraid to cross the threshold of my door.
I made my bed, very carefully, tight and smooth like a hospital bed
brushed teeth and wore clean shirt and trousers
applied makeup, even a cat-eye, and was very meticulous.
I left my house, checked the appliances. The weather was fine, air was fresh
Arrived at work, began to work
spoke to colleagues
performed impeccably for the next 9 hours.
Today was a success.