I didn't even do any chores today, except for washing the dishes, so I can't write about chores. Summer still hasn't unclenched its sweaty grip on Virginia, so I stayed indoors all day. It is really self-indulgent to complain about perfectly acceptable, seasonal, non-lethal weather when the gulf coast is getting pounded again, but self-indulgence is the whole point of this online self-publishing exercise, so here goes.
What is it with the nice weather being always two days away? I check the weather every day and ever since the teaser nice days in August, it's been, okay, hang on for two more days and then you'll have a nice day. Then the day before the nice day, I check the weather report and it's back to "two more days of yuck before the nice weather ." (I wasn't quoting the actual weather report there, but I'm sure you figured that out.)
What I did do today, aside from checking the weather, was work and pay bills. And I finished up my work early, so then I read a book from one of the piles that accumulate around Oz whenever he stops moving for more than a few minutes. Well, that and washing the dishes. I ate chocolate too.
208 words | September 23, 2005 09:25 PM | Real true story