It is morning. Sun is shining, birds are tweeting, cats are thinking about eating the birds ...
I’m going to get dressed soon and go to Weight Watchers. My cold is a little better. I didn’t have a headache last night, and I could breathe more easily.
One of the annoying things about congestion is that it prevents deep sleep, so you have insane dreams all night. Last night’s featured a power boat race will William F. Buckley, and then a visit to Missouri where Anoreth wanted to shoot small fish with a machine gun.
One of my favorite passages from WFB's autobiography "Miles Gone By" describes our protagonist's "somnambulistic" ascent of his boat's ladder in the middle of the night while underway on one occasion.
It's currently raining cats and dogs here on this fine Minus Nine India time zone evening.
Gonna need a tougher umbrella. . .
Dream or not, tell me more about this fishing with a machine gun... ;-)
Would seem to be more time effective than the old style bait, toss, wait method...