I had a visitor from beyond an arbitrary polygonal arc. When she got here, she asked, “Did you get my note?”
“What, today? No.”
“… Oops, I sent it from my Canadian phone. So when I get back to Canada, you’ll get a note saying I’m on my way!”
The local Humane Society has such a hard time placing black cats that it offers a deep discount on the adoption fee.
where the skies are cloudy all day
My sky has been heavily overcast for days. This impairs my sense of the hours, and sometimes makes me feel dopey.
The cottonwoods are heavily shedding what look like very late snowflakes.
The first distinctive feature I’ve noticed in the local dialect is a habit, among some people in retail (and the like), of responding to every datum with “Perfect.”
Are you together? … Perfect.
Do you need more time to look at the menu? … Perfect.
Strawberry milkshake? Perfect.
Can I get your date of birth? … Perfect.
How wide is this tic’s range?