This has been a slow week, not just a whole hell of a lot to comment on.
It is freezing cold out. Frost set at sunset and it is shivery cold out. The peak of the news worthy stuff seems to be that markets are recovering, California is rained out, its damnably cold at night. And, just as likely to continue to be this way for another 60 days. Warm days, freezing bitter cold nights.
I find myself wishing to mow the lawn. Green, lush, hot sweaty work. So avoidable in the warm months. So missed in the cold months.
I think I will shiver myself down to the steak joint tomorrow and lament the passing of summer over a bleeding slab of charcoal scorched beef and a giant baked potatoe languishing in a pool of fresh creamery butter. Real butter not that artificial sulfuric acid washed yellow blorp. And on the side an RC cola. So refreshing to have a change from the usual pissy or choke a cola.