adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, August 04, 2011

Muscatel

What's the cheapest way
to drink myself to death?
Bottles of muscatel
until my final breath?
Three or four each day
is sure to do the job;
It does go down well
and I am no wine snob!

Stephen Brooke ©2011

I decided this wasn't really worth any further development -- I had, at first, thought of making it into a song -- but will stand as a bit of light verse, as is.

I guess it wouldn't be August without a heat wave or two, would it? Pretty bad out there, almost as hot as a month or so back but more humid. Well, it could indeed be the worst we'll see the rest of this summer. Or so I'm hoping.

Though it would be nice if we didn't see anything this bad next summer. That's probably a little too much to hope!

Still stuck here at Peanut Road most days, rarely going further than the three miles to Graceville for groceries. Generally in off hours -- for the last year and a half or so I have avoided being in crowded stores as much as possible. The last thing I want to do is catch a cold or worse and bring it home to Mom.

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