Breathable

Gainesville

Drinking the last drink and yawning the last yawn, probably. Monday Night Football, of course, followed by some editorial work I'd put off way too long. Was just about to bag it when I noticed you'd posted, Mom. Congrats on 28 days of sticker-worthy routines. I'm so proud of you.

Your friend Ann is a sad case. As I remember, she is addicted to cokes. That's what's killing her. If she could give up those things, she'd see the pounds melt away. Driving 42 miles just to get on a scale and see it has gone up again, plus she pays for this "service" (probably Weight Watchers) -- pathetic and self-destructive. She is a poster child for the so-called obesity epidemic.

Glad to hear even a political junkie like you has maxed out on the never-ending circus that is the modern election cycle. For a while I was watching through the humorous filter of Daily/Colbert, but even that has become too much. Wake me up when it's time to vote, and there's a selection for "None of the above."

Old habits die hard. My sleep experiment was disrupted this morning by a need to gopher Bill off after a mere 7:45 hours. An hour in the pm brings it up to nearly 9:00, after the fact. I did okay-- got the towels done, a load of whites, both bathrooms and their floors scrubbed and some rather detailed Zone work done in the master bath.

Not much quality reading time (besides the usual treading water in the swamp of email, blogs and social networking), but made a good dent in the latest load of magazines Bill brought home from the P.O. Box Friday. Problem is, it only gets checked every week or two, so it's feast or famine, periodically speaking.

Did the fried chicken breast and peppers thing I'd put off from last night. Discovered bugs in the cornmeal-- yikes! What to substitute for that part of the breading? Decided some instant grits might fill the bill, and indeed they did. Cauli-Rice and green beans with. Took a long time, but a good meal.

Still plenty hot down here, but today at least the sky was blue, the clouds well defined, puffy and white, and the air quite breathable. None of these conditions have been frequent lately. I'm not so naive to think it's a sign of autumn, however. Florida Fall-- the sweatshirt day-- it still far in the future, I'm afraid.

And so to bed.