Don't plan on anythin', huh? Never can predict anythin'. Sorry, mullethead; but it's not the end of the world, or your detested New York City. Is it a controlled hurricane, and the controllers decided at the last minute the damage wouldn't be worth it, considerin' they themselves might get plastered from the consequences?
Maybe.
On other tangents, I really miss my pony companion. Yes, I can see him tonight, but my mentor said if I go I'm not comin' back, so. . . Gods, and the cats. Those wonderful cats. Not quite two and a half months before I see those dear felines again.
Oh well. I do have other things to do now, like make a cold pitcher of lemonade on this infernally hot day, and see if anyone wants to hose up and have a waterfight; so I will leave it at this.
Oh, then some ice cream. We bought a few gallons for the heat. Mango, black cherry, and peach. The pieces of fruit were plentiful, and bigger than usual. Hey! We got it from the ice cream shop. None of the standard commercial garbage. Think I'll make my own banana split.
We don't have pineapple sauce, but we do have apple butter, mango butter, and fig butter. That'll do. I'll survive tht no cherries on top.
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