It is a rainy end of the year.  

Some days I like the sound of the rain falling in the early morning.  Always hoping that it will stop before I have to leave the house to walk the dog.  

At this moment the dog does not seem to eager to get up and go.  That is fine.  These days there is no actual rush to be anywhere on time in the morning.  Or afternoon.  Or evening.  

Though having some sort of schedule, plan, routine does help from falling back into bed.  Or collapsing on the couch (that is part of the late afternoon routine, pandemic or not).

Two more days till the end of the year.  Today and tomorrow and then by the weekend a new year, a fresh start.  Which is a kind of ridiculous way to look at it.  Fresh starts are a pain in the ass.  Getting everything in a sort of order before proceeding.  Why not just work the course you have already planned out in your head.  Change is a gradual process thankfully.  Doing too many 180 degree spins, unless you are a dancer, figure skater or martial arts expert will just make you dizzy.

Stay the course into 2021 but make gradual adjustments to yourself and your situation as you see fit.

Careful what you fill your head with.  Save some space for your own interpretations.  Then figure out who or what is best to serve.  

Some summer days I like soft serve, others gelatto or Ben and Jerry's even.

The next day walk farther, excercise longer and no ice cream.