It’s so fucking quiet.
Everyone’s asleep but me.
No city noises.
Just the hum of the portable a/c.
Which will be sorely needed this week.
Sleep was attained easily enough.
No flat sheet needed though.
That would’ve been too hot.
It’s so strange.
It’s 9:21 on a Sunday and I’ve no idea what to do.
I’ve already visited the usual suspect web sites.
Took Auggie out for a pish and poop.
Made coffee.
OH how I miss my Keurig. Finding the fucking on button was ridiculous.
I suppose I could pour another cup and sit on the dock.
Wow. It’s been so long I don’t know how to vacation.
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