T-minus one day and counting.
Looks like it’s cold over there.
I was with a particular Libra, and it turned into a Libra flavor for the day. I was trying to hook her up with whatever available male seemed to hit the radar screen. I pointed one out, and she just demurred.
“Oh, can’t you hear him say it? ‘You know how many fashion magazines I had to read to look like I didn’t care about fashion magazine’?”
Never argue style with a Libra – they are usually just better appointed.
Unrelated:
I found & read this entry, and what I thought? That opening line? How hard is it to not write every day?
Unrelated:
(file this one under typical Austin humor): a clip about signing your life away.
Fish notes:
After a busy and productive morning, I rolled on over to the lake around 4 in the afternoon, my recent stack of inbound mail still in my pocket. I had one, but he got away, snapping the line at the hook (after wrapping himself and the line around a submerged log). One miss. Sister returned a phone call, and while I was juggling the phone, I missed a second hook set. At the mailbox, a neighbor asked if I fished every day.
“Every day I can.”
The fish are slow, on the bottom and eating anything that moves. Like a blue worm. But I did get one for the day:
