I really should be cleaning.
Sunday was punctuated with two naps. Nice naps. One in the morning, one in the afternoon. With the rain beating a gentle tattoo on the tin roof, it was relaxing.
I did dream about a big, white (or striped) bass. In the dream, I was wrestling the fish to see if there were any “teeth” on the back of its tongue. It’s a minor way of identifying different species. Just one of those fish dreams.
Dinner was “seafood over crispy noodles,” and dessert was Krispy Kreme. I’ve been so good for so long that I just had to snag a half-dozen doughnuts.
“These any good?” I asked the guy behind the counter.
“Nah, too sweet.”
“What doesn’t have too much sugar in here?” I asked.
“The coffee?”
I got a cup to go.
Around 5:22 PM, CST, according to one piece of software, the Sun entered Sagittarius. Life is good again, for a little while. Like, maybe the next few days. Until Mercury goes backwards.
Unrelated musical link:
More than a teen spirit?
