I could ramble about work.
Only I won’t because everything there is pretty confidential.
Or I could tell you the project Beau and I are working
on. Only it’s not close enough to ready
to share yet. I could post a snippet of
what we’re up to. Only Beau said no
again. Not until it’s ready. And since he’s the one dictating I think it’s
probably best not to argue. Have you
ever tried arguing with a magical cat?
Trust me. It’s not
recommended.
I could whine about how I wore the wrong shoes today and now
I have a blister on my foot but that’s not at all entertaining.
Perhaps I’ll leave you to your own devices and take a break
like Beau is. Yeah, that sounds
good. Darn. Forgot to stick my book in the fridge this
morning. Last night it felt heated when
I picked it up to read. And it’s still
hot and going to be much worse tomorrow.
Have I mentioned how much I dislike summer? Might not be so bad if it rained but it seems
eastern PA is becoming the new desert.
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