One of Those Days

It was one of those days.

You  know the kind.

Not sunny,
Not cloudy,
Not hot,
Not cold,
Just —
Ordinary;
Some might say,
It was a blaa,
Kind of day.

Sitting on the deck,
Out back,
Watching nothing,
In the afternoon haze,
Glass of iced tea,
In hand,
Sipping,
Now and then.

Heard the door bell ring.

Considered,
Ignoring it.

After the fourth ring,
Got up,
Walked through the house,
Carrying my glass of tea,
Opened the door.

Saw her,
Standing there.

Paused,
Thought about it,
For a good,
Five seconds,
Or so.

Said,
“Not today.”

Closed the door.

Walked back,
Through the house,
Carrying my glass of tea,
Out onto the deck,
Sat down,
And,
Deeply —

Sighed.