Some mornings
When the pavement is dry and the traffic moving, the sun rising behind me and the line of clouds looks as solid as a distant range of mountains, i actually enjoy the ride.
When the pavement is dry and the traffic moving, the sun rising behind me and the line of clouds looks as solid as a distant range of mountains, i actually enjoy the ride.
To avoid witnessing a conflagration, is to not pour fuel on the ground and juggle lit molotov cocktails.
If you write a post that espouses a political, moral, or theological position, and are not willing or able to defend that position, or youre going to get butthurt when others argue that position in comments, you really should stick to posting about cats, cooking, and weather. Dont mention global warming either.
Especially in the winter. The thicker and the heavier the better. I like to lie up under a thin blanket followed by a wool blanket or two or three, and a down comforter and maybe even another wool blanket.
I’ve slept in the raw since I was a kid, so yesterday, when I put on wool socks and sweats and a hoodie and crawled into bed it was because I had spent all bloody day outside in the miserable cold. Where’s my global warming, algore, you fat pig?