Woke in the dark and stumbled down the hall. Should I stay up and wait
for sunshine or lay back down to the British interpretation of the news? I lie
back down and await another dream.
A short while later the light is coming up and whoever that woman was interesting.
Again the religious trip down the hall and then a yawning fuzzy eyed into the
office. Check the windows for awaking critters then decided on coffee or fruit.
Click on the lights and sit awaiting the power to show me the way.
Apply dirty laundry for blueberries are to gather, reminded by my little
bun this morning. The aches and pains and gases and stretches help get the body
to function properly.
The Tummy Temple is still puzzle but I find my way and get back home
without being run over by those who don’t pay attention to red lights. It is a
reminder of the environment.
The critters are supplied with very expensive grub but they don’t care
because it is just a free handout for extended entertainment. It is worth the
ticket.
A warm day. A steamy day. A humid day. Not the day that will be conducive
to follow projects, as if I need an excuse.
Lunch was a plastic wrapped ‘Italian’ sandwich that was basically a slab
of baloney and salami on a spongy bun with a limp piece of green splattered in
hot sauce and mustard hoping it will taste better. Even with a bag of potato
chips (I won’t advertise the brand) that were too salty and not much more than
an addition to the soggy bread, my stomach told me that was not my best choice.
I knew that when I purchased it and this is just a reminder of my better
judgment.
The sun will set on the front porch and tomorrow will be another day.
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