I’ve been harvesting broccoli since late June. It’s October 4th and my asters still aren’t blooming.
My dog Gracie likes to play Frisbee with one (or sometimes two) Frisbees already in her mouth.
The Aussies went on daylight savings time over the weekend, making our usual 7 AM calls 11 PM for them. We changed this morning’s call to 6 AM at their request, so I was in the office at 5:45 AM. On a Monday. No one from Australia was on the call.
If I have my first cup of tea immediately after I eat breakfast, it has a completely different effect on me than if I wait an hour or so.
The trees in the front yard are losing their leaves rapidly. The big maple tree in the back yard looks like it still thinks it’s July — green, glossy, midsummer foliage.
No matter how much or how little sleep I’ve gotten, I feel far more human if I don’t get out of bed in the morning until 5:00 or 5:30, instead of 4:30 (like this morning). Even if I’ve been awake since 4:30 anyway. Once we’re past 5:30, it doesn’t seem to matter whether it’s 5:31 or 9.
Public radio announcers tend to let their speaking voices drop into the lower register (thus becoming unintelligible) more often than commercial radio announcers.
Basses sing flat. Sopranos sing sharp.
Pop-Tarts™ don’t seem to come without frosting anymore.