Ever notice how many awful words begin with the letter D? Depression, desperation, divorce, desertion, dissipation, and of course, the Big Daddy of dreadful D words, DEATH. Which lead me to this little creation. What a delightful (and there's a diversion from deadly D words) invention, the deus ex machina. Humans mess everything up beyond imagination, and a god descends from heaven to set it all straight. I need one of those. It has become hard to get up, again. If not for the dogs (that's the most wonderful D word, n'est-ce pas?), I would still be in bed today. We are headed toward noon here, and not a shred of sunlight. The #$&$@* marine layer is just sitting there, pressing down on us. Must find something good about this. Like I can mow the lawn without sweating. No, that's not good enough. Well, I could curl up on the couch with my current mystery novel from the library, a cup of International coffee, and a couple of warm puppies, put on one of the movies I recorded on my DVR, and just BE. Now that sounds good. I could defrost (another dandy D word) the green pea soup I made on another gray day. Yes, that would do it.
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