And we're off and running
K - The weather changed. I need a sweater. Oh, there it is.
L - Just where you left it, imagine that
K - (wait for it) whaddya mean? Of course it is where I left it. Well, I suppose if a burglar came in and needed a sweater it wouldn't be there but it is so that didn't happen. (and he ponders further) But they would have been looking for gas, not a sweater in the house. (I mistakenly read him stories of the fuel shortages at our local stations) And he continues
You went to bed early so nobody else could have moved it. It is good that things are where you leave them - pointed look in my direction since he-who-hunts-and-gathers prefers a shambles to any semblance of order
L - Mmm hmm
K - And I don't know what was on Alexa's mind this morning but she was playing weird music. I had to get up it was so strange.
L - (who curates said music from the lower reaches and will do so until Our Ken figures out that can happen) What was she playing this morning
K - I couldn't figure it out. Have never heard any of it before.
L - Really (I had her play Battle Hymn but not by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy but not by the Andrews Sisters, When The Saints Go Marchin In by a Southern Baptist Group and a couple more pithy choices).
K - I think one kept telling me You'll Never Die. And I don't like the format of the Weather Network any more. They changed the whole thing around and you can't follow anything. And it was programmed by Newfoundlanders.
L - Newfoundlanders?
K - Yes, all they tell me is Newfoundland weather. No Charlottetown, no Yarmouth, all Newfoundland and Labrador. That is weather we have already had. What good is that?
And the day starts . . .
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