Frozen

I can't believe how freaking cold it got tonight! The clouds went away and took what little warmth there had been to the day with them. To keep Sluggo happy, I don't have the heat on in my room, but even with the chill in here (he clumsily typed with his numb fingers) it is a shock when I go outdoors. If this were February, I might expect it to feel as though I had opened really big refrigerator every time I went outside, but it's only November . . . isn't it? I haven't been in a coma for two or three months, have I? Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea. I'd extend it to April, at least ,though.

I certainly don't feel like wasting any of my precious energy doing anything as unimportant as thinking under these conditions. So, in lieu of an actual post, I present more of someone else's work:

( Verse )

Complaint

I'm barely finding time to post again today. There were a bunch of those people over . . . what are they called? Ummm . . . Oh, yeah; relatives. I'm not sure why I have so many of them, but it might something to do with sex. At least Freud would probably say that. If there is a lot of sex, you end up with a lot of relatives. Well, there must have been a lot of sex, but I didn't get my share and that makes me resentful. Now I get relatives coming around disrupting my day, and none of them are my fault! Now I have things to do I didn't get around to, and doing those things will displace still other things. And those stupid leaves are still piling up, unraked. At least the weather guy was wrong, and it hasn't rained on them yet. But I must change the litter in the cat box before I end up with a display of feline displeasure in the form of kitty droppings in some place I definitely don't want them. Just when there are no relatives around to help clean them up, too!