Saturday

I don't know, it was Saturday. A day not to know, it was almost created for it. Saturdays. And not knowing.

What do you do on Saturdays?

I wonder as the fan whirs in the corner of the room.

The news tried to make out it was going to be a scorcher of a day, life threatening, breathlessly reported, but it was 31 degrees, which is quite nice.

The news seems to want to grab ratings with even sensationalising the weather just lately. I don't really understand it?

Does it have something to do with competing with social media, which is always looking for drama to sell itself?

Everybody seems to be doing drama now a days.

I was so concerned, I fell asleep on the couch in the afternoon for a couple of hours.

Otto is sick, he has a cold and a cough. The internet says it should clear up in a week, after that he'll need to go to the vet.