So tired, nothing else doing.

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Still, it seemed about that time.  Checked with the driver, to see if we were still going.  A squall moved in, roving rain... wind.  Still, these things come and go.  Might just go out, sit for an half hour to forty five, to see if it lets up.  So tired, but I was... getting ready to go.

Something wicked out there, it seems.  A darkness sort of unique to bad omens and peculiar weather.  Who can ever be sure.  But dark, in a strange way, it is.

It's Friday, I was informed.  Ah.  There is that, I suggested.  Check.  He doesn't spray on Friday, or the weekend, save on special occasions.  Or making up a missed day, when, if, possible.  So, there is that, indeed.  I'll get to chores, when it stops for a bit.  Or in an hour or two.  Then go on to bed.

It got warm.  But that is definitely not going to last.  It got to 80 in here, for no good reason, other than that it must have been pretty warm out there.

I did get all of my cordless batteries charged.  Or, the last few might be charging, with one maybe still needing a charge?  It was a bit of a task, even if most just needing topped off.  But, now ready for... anything.  If... I could just get to something.

I had thought to water my lawn, but I... sensed rain.  There really wasn't an indication, to my eyes anyway.  But a sense.  Almost a dread.  I love rain.  But not all rain is rain, or just rain.  This really has... something to, or with, it.  Or I'm just becoming an old fearmonger?  This, though, it isn't fear.  It's... certainty.

Later.  Or good night.