Quality Plastic

I’ve yet to make my morning coffee. Rue gets me out of bed promptly at 8 am or before. His stomach has an inner clock system for food. I am sitting in my dining room, looking into the living room where the folding table, legs now fully extended and upright, has my unfinished work from yesterday, which is still under the large, roughly cut plastic. I remember this particular piece of plastic and how I acquired it. I was walking a few years ago, when I worked for a promotional company. I took walks most days because office work was not for me. This plastic had been floating in the wind; originally, I assumed it came from the concrete block retailer across the street. I could see right away that it was thick and heavy. Perfect for keeping out airflow that would otherwise dry out my unsculpted pots. Only now do I wonder if I should ask them if they have more. I believe they receive it all the time with every shipment of new garden blocks, which is why it is so thick; those blocks are heavy and would require thicker plastic than normal to hold them on their pallets.