It rained all day. The winter has really settled in over the last few days, but, I guess, as it is winter, it is hardly surprising. Now we just wait for it to get darker and darker, like my sense of humour as I get older. The state of the world doesn't help, of course. Or does it help? It depends how you choose to look at it, hey.
We headed out yesterday for some Indonesian food in Carlton. That was nice. The dogs came as well, of course.
Then it was home again and back in doors for the rest of the day.
The boys next door cleaned up from their big party on Saturday night in the rain, it looked miserable as I caught glimpses of them the times I headed outside for more wood.
Now, I'm sitting on the couch with Milo, who gets his time in the mornings to cuddle up before the red monsters get up and ruin the day for him.
I'm reading about Kings Birthday Honours and I can't help but think they really just mean nothing at all, the AOs and the COs and the MOs and the BOs and the LMAOs. Scott Morrison got one, seriously? One of the most hated politicians in history, and I give that my own WTF award.
What parochial, try hard awards they really are. It must be embarrassing to accept one. Seriously? What a load of meaningless nonsense.
I pat Milo's soft fur and think about what is real in life.
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