Coffee…

I should be spending this quiet morning writing another installment for you fine folks, this one regarding Task Force 115 and Operation Market Time. But it is a cool, lovely morning overlooking a golf course, and the coffee is strong and hot. Neighbors occasionally pass by, walking their dogs. I impose a tax upon them. None shall pass but those who have been petted.

The ducks, coots, and geese of the pond are mostly quiet, offering only pro forma complaints when the duffers drop a ball in their front room.  The squirrels are busy and industrious today, as ever.  I’ll let them be the busy ones.

I have the structure, indeed, most of the words, of my post already in my mind. But it is easy to write in the mind. It’s putting it to the screen that challenges.  It’s usually a pleasure to write for you. But not right now.

Maybe after another cup of coffee.

8 thoughts on “Coffee…”

  1. This kind of sloth is unacceptable. I demand good value for my mon…er…uhh.

    Carry on smartly.

  2. Neighbors occasionally pass by, walking their dogs. I impose a tax upon them. None shall pass but those who have been petted.

    Wait… are you… are you petting the dogs, the neighbors, or both? Brad, you sly devil!

    1. Some of my neighbors are a little stuck-up about that sort of thing. They keep calling it “assault.”

    2. “I try to pick up women, but every time I do they yell at me to put them down.”

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