E the dog doesn't hear so well any more. not the dinner sounds nor the treat bag crackles nor us returning home nor the occasional yells.
nor the thunder.
which makes it a mixed blessing indeed, geriatric soul that he is.
come visit with me
E the dog doesn't hear so well any more. not the dinner sounds nor the treat bag crackles nor us returning home nor the occasional yells.
nor the thunder.
which makes it a mixed blessing indeed, geriatric soul that he is.
continuing with a bagatelle whilst i am on hold for the next ngaio marsh. this is a light-handed charmingly-crafted fable-type little gem from an east asian writer delicately translated for a westernized reader.
this fox is as delightful and satisfying as the other cat and camera and hippo books.
late lamented 10-minute shower
still hazy
marginally cooler though
grateful
but enervated*
*this is weather to stifle thought drain strength and sweat buckets.
cataractous vision
environmental smog
please. rain.
in the midst of haze
and mugginess
we go
on a
middle-aged date
at a new izakaya HOM discovers
practically at our doorstep. very impressive
muggy hazy a tad smelly and quite unpleasant. more of the same tomorrow. the a/c is weeping in exhaustion, as am i.
in other news, am trying for a dopamine hit tomorrow with visit to the hairdresser. hair can always grow again and the prospect of something different is exciting and i hope i don't need this reminder in a day.
people have choices
and vote with their feet
and we can't even tell you
cos we already schlepped off
before the feedback QR code appeared
but
please
have mercy
choose good speakers
who are focused and clear and
do not keep saying long story short
because their short comes from speaking veryveryfast