I’ll Write About Air Before I Break the Streak

It's Friday.
Another weekend is on us.
Not that it makes much of a difference here.

We've done our usual sit around the house and stare at the TV.

“The morning air whispers that autumn is finally here”

Each morning when I go out to feed Imp, it’s a bit cooler than the day before.
Today I was very comfortable in a long-sleeved shirt instead of my usual T-shirt until dinner time.
This is the time of year when a little space heater feels good in the morning, but you still need that air conditioner in the evening.

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The blues came for me today

There's nothing to write, not really.

We went to town today, but we could have just gone tomorrow like we always do.
I checked the web page to see if Cowboy had jury duty, and he doesn't.
Not Thursday nor Friday.
But you have to wait until after 6 p.m. to find out, so we didn't know.

"Are you still watching?" Yes, Netflix, it's only Tuesday.

Badger and I really need to come up with a more workable routine.

With Cowboy sleeping in the living room all day, though, we're very limited in where we can go in this house.

If I knew a hundred percent for sure Raven wouldn't move back in, and if Heron would move his excess things up to his girlfriend's house, we could turn the spare bedroom into a little den.

Words cannot espresso how glad I am this opened ☕ 🫘

Badger has put up our singing Jack Skellington on the porch.
There's no way of avoiding him, and he's motion-activated.

Just a completely normal, slightly chaotic Sunday at home

I think I can safely say today was an absolutely nothing kind of day.

It's Sunday, so of course, Cowboy went to morning and evening church services.

Again, Sunday, so Badger and I stayed home.