Light rains and 70° this morning as Snookums delivers the first cup of steaming coffee to the studio. The weather forecast is for violent storms starting around noon and going on ‘til sundown, so I must put off mowing for yet another day, and you know how that distresses me. I’ll console myself with a refill and a handful of Oreos.
The news feeds are thankfully quiet other than a few bigshot columnists who must produce to get paid. Seems the Democratic Party’s strategy is to try to keep the believe the girl coalition incensed until November. Maybe they can pull it off, but I believe most of the Kavanaugh hate will dissipate as the left goes back to its low-level government jobs. Got to pay off them student loans.
Wildwood Flower is on the puck this morning. ♪♫ Dew dee dewww, dew dee dew, dew dee dew, dew dee dew. ♪♫ and Kippur da Budgie burbles and chirps in near counterpoint. Rhythm isn’t her long suit, but she makes up for the lack with noisy enthusiasm.
So this rainy day, I sit in my studio and write and await the brunch bell. Then a little snoozing later, followed by more writing, snoozing and dinner. It’s a grind, but someone has to do it.