I don't need The Hen to remind me that I'm wasting these Indian Summer days. Well, we can't call them Indian Summer anymore can we? I don't know what to call November days that feel like September.
And I'm too muddled to think of a new term either.
The fruitless pear tree still has 90% of its leaves. And they are still green. I'm sure the poor thing is befuddled beyond words.
I've spent too much time this afternoon searching for photos to use as wallpaper on the computer. I looked at WAY too many dreamy pictures of the English countryside. It makes me grumpy that I live in this overly civilized place. I'm an ungrateful wretch I know.
I think I need hot chocolate.
[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]I think you need to
clean the bathroom
That will knock the
doldrums right out of you.