Not Much

Thinking about the front lawn, which could stand to be mown. But, you know, it's going to rain soon. And it's way windy.

Thinking about the bread in the oven, which has about 20 minutes to go. Then it cools for two hours.

Thinking about my mento, who failed sixth grade and may be on his way to failing eighth. Boy, am I helping him.

Thinking about the incoherent fury of Tea Party people.

Thinking.