Still raining pretty heavy here. We've received either 2.5 inches or 1.9 inches so far. There seems to be plenty of emptiness in the old cranium which should mean, room to store lots more information but for some reason, whether I dumped the prior .6 inch that we received the other day or not, didn't get registered. Either number amounts to a good bit of rain anyway and the depth in the rain gauge just keeps increasing. For some reason I can't get the Morton Salt words out of my head! Ah, everyone knows those five words by heart.
This rainy kind of day makes a good book very desirable but as it happens I've read the three best books out of the five we brought home from the library. Unfortunately, both the two remaining unreads aren't whippy enough to get through them without a constant page by page struggle just to limp slowly along.
Seems a lot of things are missing from my storage area. That could explain the emptiness as well as the nothings in these notes. You'd think after filing away things for 66 years there would be an ample supply of stuff to create something interesting from but it's failed here. The saying, "You can only get out what you put in", just worries me something awful. What the hell did I put in there the last 66 years? Makes me remorseful.
"Remorse is regret that one waited so long to realize it." - H. L. Mencken
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