The whole day has been gray and cloudy with some puffy ones in the distant westward hill of the Bay Area. The rains came and went to wet the ground.
The blossoms from the plum tree are small and white and have been falling to the cement below in our backyard.
The air was cold but not icy enough to make sniffling noses, except my usual throat-gagging, post-nasal drip while sitting in the pew to this morning’s mass.
As usual and more frequently in the past few day, weeks, months and years, double digit kept appearing on the clocks and CA license plate numbers.
Today, I noticed that my recent uploads of .pdf files into a `Document` folder were all finished at 11:11p.m.!
Okay! I give up! I’ve been p-owned by TPTB! I cry uncle! Get off me! Stop twisting my arms! I don’t fully comprehend the grand scheme of things! What do you want from me? What did I do wrong? I’m an idiot, okay? Give me a break or give me job! It’s hopeless! What’s next?
Maybe I’ll just be written off and be a nun. Is that what you want me to do? Just go away silently and not say another word or do anything else foolish? This is who `I AM`! I have no idea what is going on! Can anyone throw me a bone with at least some meat in it so that I won’t starve to death?
Sheesh!