In The Mood

 Those of us who live on/in the mood lane, are singles. We have the luxury of doing pretty much, exactly as we wish to. I prefer to say "as we like" but I try to write correctly most of the time. I do, however, love living "as I like". No one guilts me into having to eat meals at certain times. I am not a slave to the clock. Any more. Most of us, in my world are single women and they want to stay that way. They' ve left the family wife/life behind them and now they are moving into a lifestyle that is of their own making. Some ladies are still joined to their children which is fine. My younger genetic people,  are on their own and into their own work and times and that is dandy with me. I don't expect them to be around all the time, unless we jointly arrange it. I have a life, too! I live in the mood: meaning that in my food, my condo, my clothing, my social life, I do according to how I feel about each. One day I have a yearning for salad, the next day, soup or stew or steak or stir fry. Times, I like to wear white or brown or pink. It all depends on my frame of mind. I go out or don't go out. My way, my business. Lately, I arise at eight, but in the summer when the mornings are light, I might be up at six or earlier. Again, according to my own personal clock. If at night, I wake up wanting a drink of water, I might stay up and read until three AM and then go to bed again. It's a life free of tick tock. The real tick tock, not the how many likes can I achieve with very little, that the other one begs. I email, not text. I have a land line which sends others into gales of laughter or spiteful eyeballs. Do I care? No. I don't eat until I am hungry which is great for losing unwanted weight because our bodies know what to do and sometimes our minds get it wrong. One meal a day seems to suffice. Single men widowed usually try to find a woman to marry. Why? I'll let you ponder on that one. Single women don't want to marry. The answer to the previous query. It is just after noon and I have idulged and enjoyed making banana pecan pan cakes with butter, no syrup. Ah, my dear lost loved ones, wish you were here, but for now, I love it on this side.