Lun-Din?

Around 4 pm, the sky turned the colour of burnt toast - not gray or violet, but a solid, light- chocking black. My first thought was of a rock-bursting, cloud-heaving thunder storm. With a few minutes, there was gurgling thunder followed by pelting rain. But in another few minutes, it was finished. I had hoped for a night of unbounded rain drops.

Had dinner last night with a friend. As always, our conversation bounced and swirled with one thought stumbling across another. Points and contentions were left unresolved. Usually two hours later, I'll think of something that needed mentioning but was lost in the flurry or curry.

Slept late this morning. Even though the cats were insistent that I get up at 5:00 for their morning meal. Amazing how they have all this figured out. Finally at around 12:30 I slithered to a vertical position, went out unto the world for groceries and supplies. When I got home I noticed that only one item - a bottle of mustard - had anything to do with people food. The cats of course had lots of tins. A dash back out to have a very late lunch/very early din din at the standard deli. (If brunch is a cross between BR-eakfast and l-UNCH, then is there a word for a cross between lunch and dinner? Luner? Dunch? Linner? Luer? Lun-Din?)

It is late or early. This weii hve to be all fore tooonite. I;mmmm gettiitng tried and kant concerntratesed.

PAX!