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The frogs are not as loud tonight as they've been the last couple of nights. I don't know if that's because it's gotten colder or if they just miss the rain. If they miss the rain I don't sympathize with them (for now, at least, but ask me next summer), but if they are cold I do, and my feral cats probably do too. The cats got a bit of sun today but it was cloudy much of the afternoon, and I heard more than a few disgruntled meows from them. I don't know what the sky was like this morning because I slept until almost noon.
Then for most of the afternoon I was attached to the computer, making up for lost time. I'm almost regretting being back online when I recall how leisurely my days were while I had no computer. Trying to read everything I come across is stressful, but it's a compulsion. I was probably better off years ago when all I had was a daily newspaper and a few magazine subscriptions. Now I've got an endless supply of web sites. It's an embarrassment of digital riches. And I didn't even get around to my usual Wednesday task of making out my shopping list for the week. Where does the time go?
I didn't watch either of the media events today. I'm sure I'll be seeing abstracts of both of them— even the one I really never want to see. But isn't it interesting that DJ T-Rump scheduled his first press conference in six months on the day of President Obama's farewell address? (Or was it the morning after? I lose track of stuff fast these days.) Either way, the Donald reminds me of a toddler who makes a spectacle of himself on his sibling's birthday, just because he can't stand to not be the center of attention for even an hour. Sad.
Oh, look how late it is. I need to go eat something, and it will have to be something that will heat up quickly, because I'm turning that television on at eleven o'clock. Goodnight, Internets.
Then for most of the afternoon I was attached to the computer, making up for lost time. I'm almost regretting being back online when I recall how leisurely my days were while I had no computer. Trying to read everything I come across is stressful, but it's a compulsion. I was probably better off years ago when all I had was a daily newspaper and a few magazine subscriptions. Now I've got an endless supply of web sites. It's an embarrassment of digital riches. And I didn't even get around to my usual Wednesday task of making out my shopping list for the week. Where does the time go?
I didn't watch either of the media events today. I'm sure I'll be seeing abstracts of both of them— even the one I really never want to see. But isn't it interesting that DJ T-Rump scheduled his first press conference in six months on the day of President Obama's farewell address? (Or was it the morning after? I lose track of stuff fast these days.) Either way, the Donald reminds me of a toddler who makes a spectacle of himself on his sibling's birthday, just because he can't stand to not be the center of attention for even an hour. Sad.
Oh, look how late it is. I need to go eat something, and it will have to be something that will heat up quickly, because I'm turning that television on at eleven o'clock. Goodnight, Internets.
