Just Another Tuesday

It was just a Tuesday, what can I say. It was hotter than I expected it to be.

I worked until later than I thought I would, 4'ish.

I listened to soul singer Regina Belle for most of the day. Good singer.

Boris asked a couple of questions during the day which really made me wonder if she is, actually, keeping up?

Otto lay on the couch in the study all day next to me, snoring gently. I wanted to sleep too.

What could. I say?

Quixotic.

Accismus.

Petrichor.

Defenestration.

Tittynope?

But none of those would have helped, no. I had to keep working until the afternoon got long and, as it turned out, the hottest part of the day, then I could sleep.

Although, I didn't. I just changed computers and kept going. Well, not exactly going in the same vein, you understand, but still staring at a screen, none the less, although now lying on my back on the couch.

I re-read the news. Oh, you know, car crashes being what they are?

Nicki Minaj can say whatever she likes about the joke Trevor Noah told about Donald Trump commenting on her big arse, the entire Grammy audience cheered when Trevor Noah said she wasn't attending the Grammy's that night

Then I watched the sexy guys dancing half naked on Facebook, more often than not, their tossles jiggling about noticeably in their shorts.

I checked if the guy had responded to me saying that I wanted to engage him to convert my $100 VHS tape, but he hadn't. He still hasn't.

Brun licks my leg as I type. I like that more than I expected. 😀