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.