And thus I am awake at what, to most people, is the middle of the night, or at least very late. It's early from where I sit, though none too early; there's breakfast in front of me (simple "breakfast hash" of fried potatoes, bacon and an egg), a couple of pairs of jeans in the dryer, and an entire Monday ahead, stretching out for hours. Of course, to me it's "Tuesday," since I had Monday on Sunday, and no Sunday at all.
For two pins, I'd bundle up and ride the scooter -- at least until I remember the several pins in my knee and the difficulty of reading downtown's pockmarked road surfaces by headlight and streetlight. It's chilly enough to keep all but the most desperate of desperadoes indoors, and that's kind of tricky to weigh, too. Four and a door feels safer than two and none, though it is largely a notional sort of safety. Tuesday may rain but the remainder of the week is forecast to be sunny and seasonal.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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