Temperature: 7/44.5, cloudy with a chance of sharpshooters. I'll explain some other day, okay?
Eating: Just had breakfast, thank you.
Drinking: At this hour? It's not even noon yet!
Watching: a brown hare napping under the fir.
Listening: to Hurts.
Reading: The Dictionary of Political Bullshit by Nick Webb.
Writing: A card to Hubby for his birthday, which happens to be today, which means good times ahead later in the afternoon and this evening, sweetie darlings. Wish you were here! On second thought, no; at some point things would get awkward for all parties involved.
Feeling: conflicted.
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