Cloudy, cooler after last nights rain; we humped out at 100 degrees when the rains came.
I was feeling loggy this morning – I spent some time last night honoring Dogs alerts. He was very watchful and seemed to have zero’d on one of his favorite hates. One of the dopers. A fellow the sheriffs deputies have fingered as a dealer, and experience has taught me an individual of self gratification and impulse.
All of which means I woke with a perverted sense of anger which I too out on my imagination.
It started with me concocting a story about Amy. Amy wasn’t a very nice person. Hated by her parents, despised by her siblings, overly proud of her marginal body – 34-26- 36 – she was constantly finding fault with the best lain plans and grumpy about the shininest finishes on anything.
It’s a wonder she finished High School, but as she said, it isn’t the education that counts but the ability to give the answers wanted. Cynical witch.
I finished my coffee,, fed the Dog and fed the cattle, ate a piece of pizza left over from two days ago (it’d only been left out of the fridge over night one day), and found I was still hungry, but let it go. Coffee will do until two of the clock.
Then I decided, for some reason, to Google Cyprus. I didn’t. I used Bing. Bing gave e several choices:
Cyprus this and that, and finally; Cyprus men.
Now I’m not into men, you understand. I will give you the first picture Bing gave me featuring Cyprus men:
I quickly returned to Cyprus Women, and then found the section pertaining to Beautiful Women of Cyprus.
I’m now into my fifth cup of coffee and the cloud cover is departing. And I wish I hadn’t eaten that pizza.
From the reaches,