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. So much drama. People seem to run on drama. Those stupid relationship reality TV shows that amp up the drama, people seem to love so much. 

Me? I'm always looking for less drama. Maybe I am weird?

I was so concerned, I fell asleep on the couch in the afternoon for a couple of hours. Ah! Long exhale. Drift away, let the world do whatever it likes without me. Bliss. 

Otto is sick, he has a cold and a cough. The internet says it should clear up in a week, if it doesn't clear up after that he'll need to go to the vet. Poor baby, pat, pat.