Today is a grey day. It has dark sad sense to it. And we are not talking about Michael Jackson's demise. It was cold and windy and the sky looked like the insides of a vacuum cleaner bag. A pall of heaviness. The first days of summer feel like fall.
We went running out for a while when the keeper came home, but came right back in. It didn't smell or feel welcoming out there today. The keeper said it feels like Hoquiam does when she drives through it. Then we heard people yelling at each other in the park. She went to U Village for a little bit and said that even it in all of its glitz was not crowded and people seemed to wander through stores. It seemed dull and mechanical, she said. Vacuous.
We thought we would turn on the telly to see if we could find British comedy. But no, it's all Michael Jackson. What a world.
Maybe we will all go to bed early tonight.
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