Home of an Imp

I should have been asleep. I should have been planning for death, but I was laughing and speculating on the durability of my hearing aid batteries. Maybe I'll change them today, affording my newly arrived supply and feeling now so secure. My home is full of projects half completed and the tools for projects silhouetted in the dim lamp light. Boxes of time and music lay in disorder on the floor, and my mate is a cat.