Yitsy bitty cells of rain passed over from the north this morning, but it's sunny now, and I'm going to go have myself a little tromp on the beach, get the old blood pumping a little. Nothing strenuous, mind you. I don't want to be bedridden for two days from an excess of zeal. Just want my goddam life back and I went from darn fit for an old broad to a lifeless lump and stayed that way for most of three years. So some butt moving will do me good.
I don't worry about robbers and rapists now that my kitties are full grown. Next time an eleven-year-old Hispanic kid whistles at me from his bicycle on the street, boy, is he so going to get eaten.
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