MIST ON THE MOORS

It seems like only a week ago that it was the tail end of summer. Warmish. Shirtsleeves. This week it's not like that at all. Might be kind of warm later in the week, Saturday or Sunday.
This morning, however.

Dress thicker. More troll-like and frumpy. It's Autumn.

For most of the morning I'll putz around and have hot beverages. Occasionally retire to my bed with the animals. Who as I imagine it will talk back and tell me to leave those damned frigid feet outside the blanket.

My usual Tuesday lunch place is on vacation for the entire month. Boy will they be surprised when they return ten days hence. When they left it was good weather. It's ten degrees warmer in Hong Kong and Guangzhou.


Warm and wet.
Not here.

The bookseller is heading to New York (more than ten degrees colder), so the usual routine will be out of whack in that regard. Milk tea, snackies, early evening. Fortunately no rain.

Meanwhile, coffee. Sunlight.

Soy sauce. Hot sauce.

A pipe after my apartment mate has left for the day. Another pipe later.



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