Woke luxuriously late this morning. Don’t know why neither the mutts nor Mr Bladder decided to leave me alone, but it was a nice break in the morning routine. We have an actual sunrise this morning, albeit a chilly 54°, so I’ll observe it through the double pane windows. Bluegrass boogie woogie on the puck this morning. The bird loves it, of course, but it disrupts my slow waking routine of coffee sipping and low-grade musing.
I had hoped to hear of an arrest of the incompetent Florida mail bomber, but so far nothing. Not surprising though. I still smell political stunt. The media pack has apparently left the immigrant parade in Mexico to cover the bombing and huffing left wing outrage over the right causing the bombings, completely ignoring their role in the rancor. Of course.
Today is voting day for us. Snooks already has a shopping itinerary laid out since we’ll be in town anyway. But I suppose one trip to town a month isn’t going to kill me, will it? I dunno. I am pretty frail these days. But it won’t be until after lunch. I have found late afternoons the best way to avoid crowds in this land of early-risers. They have their chores done before 10:00 am … but I am a yankee, so they don’t have real high expectations for me.
So a groggy good morning to y’all!