I had one of those days. I know there are a couple of things I need to do. Should do. But I don’t want to do them. One requires admitting I may have made an error, which might reflect poorly on my rapidly aging mental equipment. The other requires admitting I changed my mind. Neither is big. Neither life-threatening. I just don’t want to do them.
Tomorrow. I will.
With that settled, I went for a little pre-dinner walk to inspect the sunset. It wasn’t happening. Until I got back to The Western Old Bat’s Cave.
That kind of day. On the plus side, while studiously avoiding the things that actually needed doing, I got my photo culling and cataloging done through November. November 2025!
And, I didn’t kill anyone.
However, I was snarky.