Day Three Blues
It's still pissing cats and dogs. Day three and I'm over it. The Jeep is being satanic so I'm stuck until Monday. Tea Party cancelled. I'm eating all the cookies. Genesis P died this morning. And I beginning to suspect I started this blog not to grease the wheels, but as another distraction. At least it's a writing distraction. With all the pandemic misinformation and hysteria flying around it makes me wonder what's really happening when we're not looking. Ugh... Lux is a regal bastard. Went out looking for Lux earlier but he's hunkered down somewhere I can't find him. Am so used to him noisily squawking and honking all day long that it feels weirdly silent. I think the whole canyon has the day three blues. Except the bears across the way. They have a home cinema. And a popcorn maker. And vodka. Dammit. Am envious. Someone asked me the other day on Instagram about the rabbit pictures. On the first day of each month the first thing ...