Some old maladies returned last night making the golden sunrise a little less cheerful than it would have been this morning. But I dutifully open the blinds for da budgie, so I can’t sit in the gloom and glower at the universe like almost every fiber of my being is begging to do. Still, I get no happy greeting from her, and that just suits me fine. Then Snooks brings me a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and I gratefully accept it while the bird shrieks and whistles with joy at her arrival. Pfft! No banjo for da budgie this morning.
Not a whole lot on the news today. Hillary Clinton, the chief executive of Bimbo Eruptions is calling for more incivility because da pipples dreams were stolen, and a crowd of #metoo actresses join the chorus, and no one catches the irony. Oh well. Onward
The verges are looking shaggy, but I don’t know if my old bod is up to the mowing now that the rain bands have blown over. I hope it will cooperate. I need to get outdoors. I don’t mind the mowing after I once get the startup pre-flights over with.
And my annual inspection needs to be booked. Men my age are spared the indignity of the rubber glove inspection … unless they are having problems. Damn. There’s just no justice.
And so the day starts. Good morning!!