Sunday, December 7, 2025, 16.7*, 87% RH, 0742
Blue skies, vanilla sun, red coffee cup. Breathe of furnace visible as it runs. Dogs run to gate bark at something beyond my view behind glass. Rubber duck smiles. Watched, last night for the first time, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. “Not a good use of your time” echoes when I sit down reinforced when Zsolt barks. Sometimes he barks at the wind, Mariah playing with trees, he barks at clumps of snow falling from limbs over the pond, splashing. Asthma is best at overcoming/ignoring the echo.
What is the use of a room full of furniture if you never sit down?
Photo: LJ Austin
