rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Morning Again

Sometimes, when I go out in the gray hour when night is ending, to pick up the morning paper, the cat from across the street comes over to say hello. She is about the color of the pavement, so I seldom see her until she meows. There's another paper delivered about this time, so I always worry about the nearly-invisible cat crossing the street. Those paper guys don't pay much attention to their driving.

It has cooled very slightly, but I doubt that Sluggo is going to last more than a couple more minutes today. Computers annoy me no end.

Listen to those birds!
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