9:22 pm

OK....that simply means to me that I should not be blogging. I had a meeting to attend & I made 324 excuses in my head to not attend that meeting. I attended and thus it's now 9:23 some where. It's probably later, because I like to pause a lot. Don't you love it when people define you. They may say things like...you never rest...you do too much, you don't eat enough...you eat too much ...you don't do enough...you give too much...you don't give enough & et fucking cetera. Abbreviated thusly from 9:33 pm forward efct. The phone rang in between so forgive me for my lapse. The bride just called. It's pouring cats and dogs on the way home from the cottage where she and her sister and our daughter Julie were doing some cleaning at the cottage 31.7 miles away from home. I'm not good at math or numerology, but the way I figure, so far tonight these are pretty good numbers. Add to this: 3847 and plunk the sum of it all, divided by two for the next race at Pimlico. Or if you live in Maryland...you may want to play those numbers for the mid day quick four. It's still not raining here. I have experienced rain on one side of the street and not the other. It didn't last long, it was fleeting. The rain suddenly stopped all together. It's raining...it's pouring...the old man is snoring in Paraquay. Some of you know what I'm talking about. This is a metaphor. So four plus metaphor equals what? I'm not quite sure...all I know is that the dogs are barking and the bride must becoming home. It's 10:14 pm. The bride's aunt Barb  just called from Pa. asking about Aunt Fanny. Look at the time.