Good morning, Monday. I woke up sticky and alone in the house. It’s a muggy morning in TinyTown, and hazy as shit. The forecast looks like we can expect this all damned day. For a few days now, I’ve said it feels and looks like we might see a thunderstorm, but it never happens. Maybe today? I’ll believe it when I hear it. I miss Florida’s near daily 3-3:15pm thunderstorms.
I did nothing yesterday. The only remotely productive thing I did was to tend to my hair. Shawshank puttered, and we had brunch, but I didn’t move. I rotted on the couch. I feel bad about it. I do a lot of rotting. Brunch was delicious, then the president bowed out of his reelection bid and neither of us left our screens until we went to Shady Acres.
Shawshank was allowed to throw out several old VCRs and DVD players from his dad’s hoard of machines. There’s still a couple of others, as well as a few boxes of VHS tapes, they’re expecting to sell. Today is trash day, and in my opinion they should’ve all been in the bin. The Great Sort was only about 10 years worth of collected shit and not nearly as bad as what Shady Acres is dealing with, I quickly gave up on trying to get anything for our shit. At the same time, I’m not the person getting that shit out of the house, so my opinion means nothing.
I guess I should get up off the couch, put some clothes on, and start my day.
