Pitter-patter on the patio.
Huh? Whuh? Rain?
Sheeeeeyit, it must be autumn for reals.
Please don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me, leave me where I am, I’m only sleeping.
The weather widget says 64° at 2 in the peeyem, which is quite a departure from the usual around these parts at that time of day.
It makes for fine napping weather if you have the time for that sort of thing, which Miss Sopaipilla does.
What the hell? She wasn’t expecting a congratulatory phone call from the John D. and Catherine T. MacArthur Foundation, and neither was I.
Shit. I should’ve taken a nap too. No wonder I keep missing out on the genius grants.
