Reset Forty-Seven, Day Sixty-Seven

Saturday I had to dig out my umbrella before I could go out to the mailbox. Afternoon and evening grew quite wet, though I put myself down for a nap not long after sunset and didn't wake up until after ten o'clock, by which time the rain had ended. It's been dry since, as far as I know, but then I haven't been checking the outdoors. I've sort of lost track of the outdoors this winter. Not only has it usually been too cold for me to spend any time out there, but I've grown so inattentive that I simply forget there is such a thing as an outdoors.

Once again I've gone through my milk supply too fast, and I need to arrange to get more. Back when I had pants and legs and un-swollen feet I could just nip over to Trader Joe's for such things, but these days I doubt I could get halfway there before foundering like an aged racehorse. They'd probably have to shoot me, too. There never was much of a chance that I'd ever be put out too stud. Dog food and glue was always my destiny. I'm just surprised I've been able to delay it so long. I guess there are advantages to being good at procrastination. Too bad they don't come with milk. And donuts. And fresh Oreos, because the one I just ate was stale. Ah, well. I'm glad there was something left, at least.


( Sunday Verse )