Empty Head

Another day of nothing to say, except that it's a cloudy and windy day and I'm tired. This is the first day of a new job and night-owl me had to get up at 6:00am. I haven't seen 6:00am in at least eight years. I don't like 6:00am. It's too morning for me. Anything before 9:00am should be banned as far as I'm concerned. And now a big bad storm is supposed to be coming this way; it's gonna pound us west central Floridians with its mighty anger, so the weatherpeople say. A little rain is fine with me, but I don't like the storms that howl around the trees and stomp on my roof and clobber the pretty little flowers on my impatiens. But at least I'm home and my dogs are inside with me. That's all I'm gonna say because words are melting from my brain. Ciao.