Oh, crikey! Boredom and lethargy stalk the town of Boring, NC! EEEEEK!!
I’ve decided I have to make a schedule because I get side-tracked and things don’t get done.
Also, since I think the water here is tainted, I’m going to check the cost of delivery, at least until I move, because I don’t think I’ll ever get anything done unless I write to the Suits.
So, now’s the time to write to Charlie. Be back in an hour!
Crikey! I just went out to go mail Charlie’s letter, and wasn’t going to use my bumbershoot. Until I opened the door to actually go out. The invention of the umbrella was a clever move.
As is the common phrase here, “Oh, my HECK!” My jacket is soaked as are my slacks, because of the wind-driven rain that is coming down in buckets. I tucked Charlie’s letter into the waistband of my pants to keep it dry, as the wind was blowing right at me.
From what I can see on the weather map, Charlie is getting rained on as well. And that means lots of flooding for them and lots of idiot drivers.