Just...Muggy

Sultry. It's a sultry day (thank you, "Throw Mama From The Train").

Only that's not true. That's wishful thinking. Sultry would be like listening to Joni Mitchell's album "Both Sides Now". Worn and charactered, mellowed, smooth with a bite you can feel comfortably from the other side of the glass. Sad and pained but wise and alluring.

But that is not today. Today is mostly just...muggy. Moist, humid without all that extra flavor. Not that I'm complaining. It just is. It's Kurt Cobain singing a slow ballad, maybe an old standard, with no musical accompanyment. Just his duldrum voice. It's interesting enough to listen to but I wouldn't put it on repeat.

Break time! (9:30 am)

And we're back. Instantly for you, 20 minutes for me.

You know what? Instead of writing just to write, which is what I am about to do, I think I'll just call it right here.

Shoot. Just found out I was somewhat responsible for the breaking of an expensive part of one of the machines.

Sigh.