Welcome to December. Our writing word of the day is: remote.
Kat and I went out for a coffee and tea date this morning while Max hung out with Kat's parents. We're trying to make it a weekly outing now that things are settling in around here for the winter.
Speaking of which, apparently the expected high for Wednesday is -8, with an overnight low of -15.
Uh, I'm not ready for that quite yet, thanks.
On an isolated mountain top
A lonely guru sits.
He stares blindly at the horizon,
At the end of his wits.
His thoughts stuck on a long ago scene
That just keeps on playing,
While he regrets every single thing
He remembers saying.
A living room filled with motes of dust
And screams escaping throats;
Just how long would the peace have lasted
If he'd kept the remote?