I listened to Boz Scaggs sing the blues all day. I can't get enough of him just recently. He's great. His original blues stuff is better than his American Songbook stuff. I'm not sure I need to hear any more American Song book stuff.
I got up the ladder and pruned the creeper on my side wall, it's way over due. (A couple of years overdue) I filled the green bin and then I filled the main bin. And still there is more to cut down.
I played with my plants, repotting, pruning, watering. My giant bag of perlite arrived, wrapped up like a mummy in black plastic. I started to unwrap it but didn't get far. I got distracted. Coupla days, perhaps, whatever. It's sitting on my back veranda like a mummy.
The sun shone. The day sparkled. The sky was blue above us. Nice, huh. Well, that's what I thought.
I lay on the couch with my dogs. One lies up near my head, kind of fitting into my shoulder and side of my head. The other curls up between my legs, with his head over my thigh. 66 collective kilos of dogs and me on the big couch. What am I? 85 kilos? What's the maths on that?
I'm gonna like being on holidays. You know, do as I please.
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