Mikey sat up too fast in bed and felt his head swim. He smiled. He had a plan. Easy tasks first to get his mojo going, build momentum for the harder stuff. He'd be a new man, the kind who didn't forget his kid's school play. Mikey slipped into running shorts and a matching shirt he'd bought to start his new life. He padded downstairs to his basement to get his laptop.
"Today is the day, 'Pulse," he said to the cat he'd named Repulsive. Easy task #1, get rid of junk. He emptied the laptop's waste basket. "Single step, thousand mile journey, 'Pulse." He opened his email. Delete, delete, delete. His phone beeped, a message from Calvin: '4:00, 18 holes, I'm bringing the cooler.'
He couldn't golf on Sunday, it was supposed to rain. Tomorrow would be a much better day to start over. He'd get the ball rolling on Sunday, and pick up speed at work on Monday.
"Tomorrow is the day," Mike said to Repulsive as he closed his laptop. It was a decision he'd regret.
Today is the day.
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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