Kicked the Cold

Well, enough clothes and heat will take care of that...

This morning while smoking my Camel 99, I decided to take it all in. That big oak tree that dutifully watches over the drive, and while I practice basketball. The air is surprisingly crisp for such a quiet overcast day, a mainstay of Minnesota. The garden is on its last leg, but there are a few sweet gems to be picked and eaten immediately, well with a little polish from the shirt. BTW, I'm wearing my cookie monster pajamas, a t-shirt, and a red sweater over. The traffic seems distant, because the day would have it that way. The basketball hoop looks tired, yet still very strong. There's rust, a cut net, and makeshift backboard. And still inviting after all this time. Another drag from the cigarette. I'll have to find something to do soon, but it's Sunday, and it will probably be chores around here. Nothing extravagant on the internet, no spying on the Chinese and Ruskies, no beautiful women, just dusting and washing, and tidying, and organizing, and rearranging the house. Open a couple doors, check the locks and lights, and after Mom was done with computer, I'm on here writing. Maybe I can put my chores off for another hour, maybe 2 but they're coming...there's a bunch to do today.

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