‘Sposed to be high 30s by Wednesday. Will have to don long levis and perhaps add socks-n-shoes. Words-n-means fled last month so no worries there. Am contemplating tea but no sympathy togo with my pinto beans-n-rice hiding pork chops, peppers and onions and carrots. Just loaded up with some more books so if the glacier slides down this far I have weapons. Two beers left for Super Sunday as I sit and read and let great plays fight for attention. Just scored a few more great plays between hard edges when Randy Wayne White has run its course.
gray and cold outside
my chilled brain— words and meanings
fly away like leaves