I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin.
If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.
Sunday, August 04, 2013
On a Fine Sunday
I am lazing around reading a novel about Zombies, eating pretzel shells and listening to Frank Sinatra on the radio.
It has too long since I have passed the day suchly. It is delicious. Perhaps later, I will have a glass of lemonade.