I woke after five hours of sound sleep. I will nap thoughout the day today.😺😴👍
I had the Mercury inspected yesterday and then drove to the tax office drive up window to renew the registration. That office has moved to the new admin and court building. Upon arrival at the new location I was informed that the tax office was closed and that it would be openned today. I'll go there today (the registration is already seventeen days past due) and register the Mercury I had planned on just Scrabble and then a day at home, the best made plans ... . Traipsing around in the rain is not what I want to do. I want to pull a sulk and nap. There are days when being an adult really sucks.
The veteran's meeting last night was a bust. Only one vet showed up and he arrived twenty minutes late, as Eloy and I were leaving. We stayed on until 1900 hours and enjoyed visiting and the chocolate cookies he brought.
I stopped at Kroger yesterday and bought a Powerball ticket for tonight's drawing and twenty dollars (my monthly entertainment budget) worth of scratch off tickets. The Powerbal cash value is $825,000,000, or a lifetime payout of over 1.25 billion. Decisions, decisions, decisions. One of the $5.00 scratch offs yeilded a $10.00 payout. The pattern that's developed is that if a scratch off pays out then a drawer ticket won't and vice-versa.
I went to the tax office drive through to register the Mercuary and was the first one there. I returned home at 0910 hours, mostly to go to the bahroom and bring the paperwork in before going to Scrabble. On the way back out the door I was captured by the couch for a five-minute rest that turned into a five-hour nap. What matters most is that if I get pulled over while driving the registration is now current until next November.
On my way out of the neighborhood this morning I noticed another dead kitten in the road. Of all the neighborhoods in which I've lived this is the one with the highest number of road-kill kittens. I think there're at least two feral colonies in and close by.&nsp;mobbile homes with damaged or missing underpinning are a magnet for pregnant females searching out a safe, dry, and warm place to give birth. Still, given the location of the bodies, either dead center of the street, or almost to the curb, I can't help but think their demise is the result of a kind of twisted targgeting game by the same drivers who like to rev the engine and burn. a bit of rubber on their way to waterver hell I hope they're headed.
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