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There's a beautiful Blue Supermoon out tonight, drifting through potential rainclouds, and I am in the house doing laundry.
Who am I?
Pheh.
I'm being responsible, as I'm not sure I want to try doing laundry tomorrow, when the power might be blinking on and off. And Thursday, I probably won't have time as it looks like I'll be taking Paul out for groceries/library that afternoon, instead of tomorrow. Because the weather, I suspect, will be too exciting to risk driving all the fucking way out to his little hole in the wall town. And, no, I am not driving on the Interstate in this town, with 60 MPH wind gusts, surrounded by idiots who forget how to drive the minute a raindrop hits the blacktop.
So, laundry.
Oh. And there has been writing done today of a purely recreational nature. I may, or may not, post something about that later.
Who am I?
Pheh.
I'm being responsible, as I'm not sure I want to try doing laundry tomorrow, when the power might be blinking on and off. And Thursday, I probably won't have time as it looks like I'll be taking Paul out for groceries/library that afternoon, instead of tomorrow. Because the weather, I suspect, will be too exciting to risk driving all the fucking way out to his little hole in the wall town. And, no, I am not driving on the Interstate in this town, with 60 MPH wind gusts, surrounded by idiots who forget how to drive the minute a raindrop hits the blacktop.
So, laundry.
Oh. And there has been writing done today of a purely recreational nature. I may, or may not, post something about that later.
