unsettled

Weather warnings have taken on a new slant now that NOAA

is facing random job cuts.

Local forecasters are scrambling to be seen.

Dire shit is predicted for this weekend which seem so far off. 

It's been still and dank all day with heavy cloud cover. I doubt we'll see anything of the lunar eclipse tonight.

It's been a good day for writing. Well, rabbit herding, anyway. Rounding up scraps and bits of paper and getting the words into the machine. 

I've been spending the early morning hours at this. No music, no background news on TV, as little peeking at the web as I can manage. I have 60K words and the story is only half told. Dee warned me about overwriting. Seems to be the way I do.

Here's how Colin do. 

On his day off from the airfield, he cooks! This is air-fried chicken and Belgian waffles. What a treat.

The fur posse are all giving off restless vibes.

Bailey just being his normal, pervy self. He steals dirty clothes from my closet basket, drags them either up onto my bed or down the stairs to the living room. He does a little ritual dance, then goes about his business.

I know the drug-addled assholes have been up to something in the computers.

Has anyone ever received a tax refund from twenty years ago? A treasury check came, followed a week later by an "oops" letter.

The letter confirmed that this was yet another gift from my Goodman. Even eleven years gone, he's got my back.

The SS# on the letter was his. We've always filed jointly so, the grift leaned my way this time. 

I worry for everyone who gets social security.

Who would have guessed she'd grow up to be Aunty-fa?

~O~

The joy of my Waterman on his triumphant return to the Moomba Masters in Australia is just contagious.

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