It’s Saturday–a very hot, summer Saturday morning. Sorry, fellow coffee klatchers, I didn’t finish my second cup. I know that’s sacrilege. Promise to make up for it later.
Political punditry is not my forte, so I’m staying far away from that. There’s plenty of time between now and November to catch up on what’s important.
The bridge on the main county road to all parts east, is still out. I continue to meet lost souls, looking for easy alternative routes. There are no easy detours in life. This time it was a young man piloting a furniture delivery truck. In suburbia, land of dead end streets, one cul-de-sac, is the same as another.
This is looking like a Saturday to catch up on things that need repairing, cleaning–leaving the slate clear for any impromptu, miscellaneous tasks. Putting this into words is an anathema to procrastination.