See me ride outta that sunset. . .

[rolanni]

. . . on your color TV . . .  Am I the only one who ever wants to filk things like TNT for, oh, accountants?  or retail workers?  or well.  Sorry AC/DC

Onward.

Um. Tuesday. Jeez, yesterday was a long day.

Tuesday. Sunny and cool. Trash and recycling languish yet in the garage, but I've got time to get it out to the curb.

Today's to-do includes filling out a form for adult ed, scheduling an interview for ... Sunday afternoon, is what I'm thinking ... changing out the cat fountains, and getting my needles ready for this evening's meeting of the embroidery club. Might be time for a little entering of corrections. That would be nice.

But first! Breakfast! I'm going with hummus and naan and grapes again. I must have been in hummus deprivation.

What's for breakfast at your house?
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And apparently I'm on short-thought today. I just last night finished reading The Bookshop of Dust and Dreams, by Mindy Thompson, which was a fine time-travel tale riffing off of the Change-one-Thing theory, and never in your face. Very well done. It is, for those who object to such things, YA, and the narrator is a young girl.

Link to today's cat census and state of an art

Today's blog post title brought to you by AC/DC, "TNT"