It was one of those mornings where you wake up in your dark room, huddled underneath the covers because of how cold it is, and you hear the sound of trash being collected outside and realize that no one in your house remembered to take the trash out. Fuck.
Is it seriously July right now? It's barely 60 degrees outside and it's going to rain all week. Not that I'm complaining. Well, I suppose I AM complaining. But it sure beats those humid, 95 degree days where you can pretty much only bear to sit around watching flies meet their untimely demise on the long coils of fly paper dangling in front of your face.
Time to take the dog out.