foggy morning

Another heavily foggy morning. And a very wet ground. Muddy.

Sammy did not care to come inside, preferring the lounge chair. Since he was not going to get dirty there, and since I could respect the comfort of the cool morning air, I left him. However, after breakfast, I did not want to take anymore chances, and I carried him inside, before he could go bird hunting or pursue other feline adventures.

my Reader

I hate having more than a couple of hundred pictures still to go on my Reader after I have already cum. I just know that I cannot enjoy them, yet I cannot let them accumulate.

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I wish I could share this on my show blog, but while this might be daring and cool for a teen or a twenty-something, I am pretty sure that it is only gross for a middle-age man closing in on fifty.

89 degrees

89 degrees. More than a little hint of summer.

1984 (2,7) A Chocolate Ration

Ah, the great chocolate bar vignette.

Winston is still recalling his harsh childhood days, and Orwell gives us a truly inspired story to illustrate the base selfishness of the human animal in a state of want and need, perhaps we can say of the male in particular, as testosterone may give one an extra edge in cruelty and selfishness.

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One day a chocolate-ration was issued. There had been no such issue for weeks or months past. He remembered quite clearly that precious little morsel of chocolate. It was a two-ounce slab (they still talked about ounces in those days) between the three of them. It was obvious that it ought to be divided into three equal parts. Suddenly, as though he were listening to somebody else, Winston heard himself demanding in a loud booming voice that he should be given the whole piece. His mother told him not to be greedy. There was a long, nagging argument that went round and round, with shouts, whines, tears, remonstrances, bargainings. His tiny sister, clinging to her mother with both hands, exactly like a baby monkey, sat looking over her shoulder at him with large, mournful eyes. In the end his mother broke off three-quarters of the chocolate and gave it to Winston, giving the other quarter to his sister. The little girl took hold of it and looked at it dully, perhaps not knowing what it was. Winston stood watching her for a moment. Then with a sudden swift spring he had snatched the piece of chocolate out of his sister's hand and was fleeing for the door.

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'uncomfortable'

Although tonight is not my shower night, I may have to step inside a cold shower for a few minutes.

Yeah, I think we can say that today has been a shade into the 'uncomfortable' zone. Not terribly torturous, but one has to grimace and bear it.