It’s hot today, hot hot, and nary a cloud in the sky. We’re supposed to get rain tomorrow and Thursday.
We’ll see.
It’s a day with a lot to say but not a lot to write, apparently. As you likely know if you like to hang out here, I’ve had a lot going on, sometimes with seemingly calm seas and sometimes with waves large enough to look like they could take on the city herself.
Well.
Maybe not that big but it certainly felt that way.
As things stand, that ebb and flow should wind itself up tomorrow, and maybe I’ll stop being quite so cryptic.
Maybe I won’t.
You never know with me, I can be so cryptic you might confuse me for Bigfoot. Or Nessie. Or the Chicago Pigeon Squirrel, or Piquerrel.
I may or may not have made that last one up.
But they’re rumored to hang out with the Raccoodinals.
Who I also may or may not have made up.
Here in Chicago, we don’t only have great pizza, we also have cryptids. At least this not-morning anymore when my brain is probably mostly off on a vacation of its own, to which I was not invited.
I hate when it does that.
Well, clearly we are not getting anywhere of substance today, so much so you might wonder if I ever have, but I swear my brain only leaves in short bursts.
Thus far, at least, anyway.
I guess now’s the time for a little frivolity, with summer ticking away. It’s amazing how it’s here and gone, just like that. Winter is never so fleeting.
So I will bid you a wonderful Tuesday and I shall get on with the getting on that I need to be getting on with.
Have a lovely day with the cryptid of your dreams if you so choose.
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