The Olympics continues. Swimming medals for America. We enjoyed some Cuban food tonight from "Papis" and now the whole family breathes garlic like a large, rotund dragon. America is still in the lead with medals. I am going to the grocery store tonight to find something which will stop me from picking my feet. Or so Cindy has requested.
Cereal, milk, half and half, coffee. Why do we need coffee? To help Cindy through her morning. While, meanwhile, plain Tom eats cereal and drinks orange juice and takes on the morning light with a peace and joy that Cindy does not comprehend.
Because she is relying on a drug: caffeine. Addict. [Cindy says, no, she just likes coffee.]
Meanwhile, Kate is sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. Dog is sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. Perhaps, logically, Kate is a dog. What breed? Half Alsatian. Half Welsh Corgi. What an odd breed.
Looks good on her.
I would like to go see the Braves play. Some tickets are half price. Perhaps we should go. All the stars are disabled. That's an odd concept. Disabled stars. What do they do? Fail to twinkle? Is it a quasar? A black hole?
Susan and Kevin now own two houses. Is this North Atlanta monopoly? Don't land on their properties; the rent is too high. Perhaps they can put one child in one house and the other child in the other house. Noise abatement. Neighbors sigh.
Hey, deal with your own children.
I will visit Savannah. Seafood. Shrimp and grits. She-crab stew. Oysters.
The sound of Irish music floating out of Kevin Barry's. Three or four Guinesses. Maybe more. Staggering down the ballastone walk, back to the motel. Don't give Cindy a Chatham Artillery Punch. Lights out. Snore all night.
Won't even see the ships proceed out to sea.
The beach. The beach. The beach.
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