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52/217: Late
Sep. 21st, 2025 01:11 pmIt has been revealed that autumn will be starting out with a near record high temperature Tuesday, at 101. Guess how happy I am with that. (That's right, not at all.) I've been out of sorts today, even more than usual, and I'm very glad that it's a Sunday and I won't have to go out and check the snailmailbox. It's about 90 out there right now, and I want nothing to do with it. I'm sort of hungry, but don't really feel much like eating.
There is plenty of stuff on hand, but none of it appeals to me. Maybe I'll dig out one of the frozen entrees crowding my freezer and microwave it later. When I don't feel like eating I feel even less like cooking. But a meal is my excuse for beer, so I'm bound to eat at some point. After that I'll get to sleep again, and since I've been awake since a bit before dawn I'm really looking forward to that more than anything else, even the beer. But before all or any of that I have to finish this, so here, suitable to the season.
( Sunday Verse )
There is plenty of stuff on hand, but none of it appeals to me. Maybe I'll dig out one of the frozen entrees crowding my freezer and microwave it later. When I don't feel like eating I feel even less like cooking. But a meal is my excuse for beer, so I'm bound to eat at some point. After that I'll get to sleep again, and since I've been awake since a bit before dawn I'm really looking forward to that more than anything else, even the beer. But before all or any of that I have to finish this, so here, suitable to the season.
( Sunday Verse )
