Back from the drive.

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It's been a while since I've spoken with a human for any length of time.  And, had some catching up to do with this one.  They grow up so fast, if they are going to grow up.  He will be getting married this fall, if everything works as planned.  But more.  He has a busy life.  I rarely get to hear stories.  And life is stories.  He has many.  And, like me, he says what he thinks, not what he thinks I want to hear.  I hate having to decipher what people say.

I had thought to get the watering started.  I just can't, tonight.  I meant to do it before we headed out, but I just ran out of time, and got lost in time, as I waited.  Tomorrow.  I do what I can do.

Still, while late, it's not terribly late.  And it has cooled down to 62, 74 to 75 downstairs.  I'm not sure about upstairs.

I did check the mail on the way home.  Figured there would be a package, and there was.  Well, and a notice from the census.  But, once every ten years, piss off other than those years.  Not negotiable.  And, no, you don't get to know about my floss, breaks, preferred mosquito repellant, or anything else.  Name, age, ssn, and a few other things.  That's it.  We need to begin firing bureaucrats at a pace that will bring back business, and slow taxes.  Assholes!

Still, have to relax just a bit before bedtime.  A bit of coffee, while at it.  Later.  Well, goodnight, actually.  Sleep well.  I will.