I slept late
Then I woke up at eight with a note from The Wife which said, among other things, that I was snoring!
Nah, I don’t snore!
Here it is raining, been raining for days. This is what happens at the end of hurricane season, then it moves away and becomes a tropical storm.
I don’t have anything to post about. I’m working on my second cup of coffee, which isn’t too good, I’ll be glad when this particular bag is gone.
Leroy is the one we thought got hit by a car, but it wasn’t him.