Too tired to write
So I’ll just say goodnight.
Well, at least you get a poem on this cool Sunday night. I was out sitting on the back deck swing, but it got a bit chilly for my feet. Plus it was starting to get dark and there was a raccoon there last night, so I didn’t want to meet him personally if he returned.
Did nothing today. Absolutely. Went nowhere, took no pictures, and Howard didn’t do anything to piss me off, so it was all good, although I must say, it’s not midnight yet.
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