Dawn this morning
I deleted my previous post, An Afterthought, simply because it was very brief and completely insignificant.
I want to thank Geo., Ron, and Geezer for leaving comments.
I'm writing this in bed, propped up in an incredibly uncomfortable position - using a laptop with a very uncongenial keyboard. I suffer continuously for blogging.
You only suffer occasionally from reading it.
Speaking of suffering -
I know that whenever I do a post about Hillary your love for me cools considerably (I have frostbitten balls to prove it).
Many of you think I'm Deplorable
(notice how cleverly I got that link in there?)
Truth to tell, I simply derive sadistic satisfaction from occasionally annoying my readers.
I'm harmless, really.
I wouldn't hurt a fly.
As I've said numerous times in the past, I'm neither a Trump supporter nor a Hillary hater. I'm merely an observer. I've never voted in my entire life. Politics in America has sunk to a bottom of the spittoon level.
An unflattering glimpse of my front "yard"
Mid-September already. Harvest moon on Friday. Autumn next week. My favorite time of year.
Still unseasonably hot here in the Tennessee boonies. I had to make the dreaded drive into town today.
Narrow, treacherous, infuriatingly winding mountain roads - screeching along at 65 mph in the comforting custody of Budweiser.
The scenery along the way is gorgeous. I'd love to take photos but I fear getting hit by a logging truck - or falling over a cliff.
Speaking of falling - -
I was hauling two incredibly large bags of trash to my car this morning....slipped on the wet grass....tumbled down an embankment....landed on my face. Extracted an impressive array of x-rated phrases from my vocabulary.
It rained when I got to Walmart. A sudden but brief downpour. Tropical warmth, suffocating humidity.
I stopped to see my cousin Nancy before I embarked on the drive home. She has a busy schedule and a myriad of problems. The woman is a saint. Without revealing details - - all I'll say is thank God I never had children.
Three damn cats are more than enough for me to handle.....
This post is boring and worthless. The effects of the beer is (are?) wearing off. I'm uncomfortable. My back hurts. My mind is in Sleep Mode. I'm hungry. My dinner today consisted of three beers and a candy bar.
It's getting late. I think I'll make something to eat - - and then I'll work on the children's book that I'm writing. It's nearly complete.
Are the trees turning colors already, or is this one merely dropping dead?