FROG WEATHER

According to the weather report earlier today, we were supposed to have 0.8 inch of rain between midday today and evening tomorrow. Mmm. They were incorrect. It downpoured while my apartment mate was out doing her laundry. Plus a lot more. She came back looking like a drowned rat and cussing like a sailor. She caught all of it. So plans to go have a pleasant little birthday dinner in early evening came to naught.

Instead, I grilled up some sausages for us.
With mustard greens and chow mein.

My plans for the rest of my off-time for the rest of this week will involve acetominophen. Because I now have two new pairs of shoes, which must be broken in, and due to impaired blood circulation down there in my flippers, the feet are bound to hurt while doing so.


Per the internet, while trying to find out precisely how much rain fell on us in San Francisco today, I discovered that many British people carry pistols in their tweed coat pockets because of random axe murderers roaming quaint villages. Especially retired colonial officials. Also, going to France on holiday is rather déclassé. Or at least ricky and pretentious.

All that edible food. It turns you effete.

Chilipaste was not involved in the cooking, because my apartment mate does not have the tastes of a Dutchman. And I forgot to add it my own portion. But it was never-the-less good. Just what the doctor ordered for a cold wet rainy afternoon.

Hot cup of strong tea with ginger added to the boil.
Then out on the front steps with a pipe.

Early evening, probably.
It's gotten cold.



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