A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Sitting on my front porch...

smoking a mediocre cigar, sipping a vodka on the rocks, watching the black squirrels play tag with a pair of cardinals in the pine tree, waiting for the bats to wake and commence their nightly feast, listening to the chorus of crickets and cicadas mingling with receding rolls of thunder and the occasional snap of the bug zapper, I wonder what the po' folk are doing this evening.


Anonymous Sweet Pea said...

Same thing, mah deah, same thing! Isn't it de-lovely! Isn't it grand!

9:46 AM  

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