Up early. After all, it's a Saturday. Why do I sleep in on workdays and wake up perky on my days off?
Tomorrow is Kelsey's birthday and Monday is Dylan's. Next Sunday is mine.
Across the street, workers are noisily dismantling their equipment after renovating a house. Next door, the guy with a motorcycle loudly exits the area.
A rainstrom seems likely.
The plum tree in my backyard is lush with leaves and blossoms.
I am watching old movies. My fantasy baseball team is 12th in a 12-team league.
The ups and downs of live continue, unmitigated. I guess I hope the rains come. And that my fantasy team has a good day. And that all of us do.
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