Sunny, 75, and a breeze out of the South.
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Sunny, 75, and a breeze out of the South.
Tis far better to have a known a breeze that passed, than never to have felt the wind at all.
Yes, I stole the spirit of that from Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850
When real life picks up I find I don't mind missing PC time at all.
Days or weeks go by without checking email.
Blog entries from others stack up that seem like they should be gotten to.
Meanwhile, mine are the anti-matter of the blogosphere.
I know things happened on those days, but nobody can see it.
Just gaping holes of nothing in the record.
Joined the YMCA these past couple of weeks and picked up the old routine without a beat missing.
Summer finally turned off and with it the humidity and the air conditioning.
The girls are active all their waking hours.
Eldest is a big girl now, with a backpack, lunch box, and school projects to be brought home for the front of the fridge.
Then a breeze picks up making it absolutely perfect out of doors.
I pick up a Shiner Bock from the fridge (Spoetzl Brewery, Shiner, Texas), the bucket of sidewalk chalk for the girls and make for the patio and my soft padded chair in the shade.
Begin the countdown until the wife comes home from work.