August 24, 2018

Yawn

It is Friday at last. Too bad it is not payday too. The weather pattern is more like late September's usual offering: warm days and cool nights with low humidity. It was in the fifties when I got up.

My Keurig seems to be on the fritz. I pulled out the old trusty percolator. It makes good coffee, but is not nearly as convenient. 

The granddaughter just arrived. She wants Pilsbury orange rolls for breakfast. I can do that. It means I will have to cut this riveting rambling epistle short. 

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