May 28, 2018

Memorial Day. Rain. Hurricane, yet. I think this might mean the end of my picnic and the $200 worth of food and supplies strewn around the house– just like New Years, obliterated by weather. The gods do not want me to have a party. According to the Internet, it will be raining for a week. My disappointment–as at New Years–is not unbearable. What will I do with all those plastic plates?