Eight going on nine.
I enter the whatever century with my first ever AC. Jerry-rigged it into the window and it works. The wee furry ones (did i really just refer to the honking big trio as wee and furry???) are wildly confused by the mostly closed bedroom door. I trust they’ll figure it out.
I suppose if I really wanted to go out on a limb I’d get one for the back sewing room lol.
an excerpt from Going on the Belief Walleyes Eat Late by Thom Ward via The Writer’s Almanac
….The thought of those fish
can tease a mile of line from a reel.
So we let out a little more
As the lake goes back and the loon
cries to its mate. The locals say
when you can’t see the end of your pole
the day is done.
A short saying oft contains much wisdom.
