It's yellowish grey this morning. It's drizzling & might storm in a bit. I'm tired of the drear & it's only August. It's exhausting. I spend my day trying to get past my morning. Only to have it repeat.
I need a place with more sun., but it'd be expensive, hot, humid & filled with conservatives. There's a cold-blooded variety of conservatives that only survives in the hot places. Or else they need a hot rock.
Cya...
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