This morning, it happened. The kitchen sink overflowed. Towels to the floor and bailing out the sink with my oversize coffee mug. The mess mopped, time for brunch and flopping on the couch until the plumber shows, eh.
Sawn in half to bring inside, today cut to level and filled by design, cook how to through party how to do, eh.
Twelve dollars for a latte and croissant, that I had to repeat my order four times to the clerk with a cold touching his nose and sniffling, eh. Dear coffee clerk, be efficient and customers will remain calm. Cafe argianto, that was my last time in any of your cafés.
Today I treated myself to two books, and so far have played two long play albums with a third on the player.
I dropped in at my doctor’s office to update mine, and my thought became lighter, as did my heartbeat, in the last few years, I have gone down two, eh.
Reducing one’s carbon footprint this decades way of saying downsizing. Leave it to the private sector to finally get around to co-ops, eh. Good thing not just in canada, which is not a pity. Note to non Canadian readers, there is a tea joke in there.
Well, almost unpacked, taking stock of remaining possessions. At least I still have both killer bunny slippers, eh. The raw recovery specialist