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rejectomorphThe rain arrived this afternoon, and has been dribbling or pouring down ever since. There has been some wind with it, but not enough to entirely soak my back porch yet, for which I'm sure the feral cats are grateful. It's expected to get pretty fierce before the storm is over, though. There could be a break of a couple of hours tomorrow afternoon, and if there is that's when I'll go shopping. If not, I'll have to wait until Monday. It's best if I'm not delayed, though, as I need a couple of things for the dinner I have in mind for tomorrow night.
I keep forgetting to go check the mailbox anymore. I can't remember for sure, but I think the last time I went out was almost a week ago. The mail carrier is going to think I'm dead and call the police if I let stuff keep piling up in there. I wish I'd remembered to go check it before the rain started today, but I should probably go now lest whatever is in there gets soaked. The box is a bit leaky.
Portia is being restless tonight and keeps pestering me for attention. She's got plenty of food. Maybe she needs her litter box cleaned out. That's another thing I keep forgetting. My sense of smell isn't as acute as it once was, or that would be something I'd never forget. If I had more money I'd get one of those self-cleaning litter boxes. As long as they don't connect to the Internet, that is. The whole Internet of Things thing worries me. How do I know my refrigerator isn't making rude tweets about my eating habits on some AI network only the machines know about. I'd hate to think my television and computer and oven were snickering at me. I hope nobody ever builds a smart toilet. Quelle horreur!
I keep forgetting to go check the mailbox anymore. I can't remember for sure, but I think the last time I went out was almost a week ago. The mail carrier is going to think I'm dead and call the police if I let stuff keep piling up in there. I wish I'd remembered to go check it before the rain started today, but I should probably go now lest whatever is in there gets soaked. The box is a bit leaky.
Portia is being restless tonight and keeps pestering me for attention. She's got plenty of food. Maybe she needs her litter box cleaned out. That's another thing I keep forgetting. My sense of smell isn't as acute as it once was, or that would be something I'd never forget. If I had more money I'd get one of those self-cleaning litter boxes. As long as they don't connect to the Internet, that is. The whole Internet of Things thing worries me. How do I know my refrigerator isn't making rude tweets about my eating habits on some AI network only the machines know about. I'd hate to think my television and computer and oven were snickering at me. I hope nobody ever builds a smart toilet. Quelle horreur!
