a curious sense of isolation

[fflo]

I'm feeling a little more anonymous than I like to this past coupla days.

I've also not had my usual caffeine intake during this time. A connection?

So, in the Archetypically Dull Topic of Conversation vein, can you believe August 22nd is actually a little chilly? Here as late as noon, even? What goes on? Is this the beginning of the apocalypse? Should I be preppin' for the rapture? Perhaps my fellow Michiganders and -geese aren't astonished, but Where I Come From these are the dog days. On accounta a dog just lays there with its tongue out, lookin' dead except for the rapid heaving of the chest and the drooly trail of sweat.

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Let me put "cool" in context for you: lows in the LOW 50s, highs in the LOW 70s. For a day or two here, anyway. Ha! I think my lower back pain is more attributable to having slept a little chilled than to the flurry of late-night cleaning I did yesterday (after a fair amount of physical activity the day before, too). (C&H have a clean cleared condo now, though, among other improvements, like fresh sheets on the crappy really-needs-replacing mattress.)

I had notions of getting after some errant growth in the front yard myself this weekend, but haven't. And the weeds is gettin high. Might get a neighbor knocking on the door soon (or, more likely, turning me in to the city).