I am out of smokes.

The spanish music is singing. A sad song maybe.

The sky looks blue but the roads are damp.

Plus 3 today.

BJG wanted to go work. He has not has breakfast yet.

He is on the loo.

I have my toes bei ng warmed up by the wool throw I like.

I cannot drink whatsoever anymore. Migraines.

China is so sweet in this house of hers.

Billy is now snoozing.

I can see the sun light on the peaks of the neighbours' fur trees. Or evergreen.

Billy is so cute, all asleep curled up next to me, harness on.

We should go buy smokes. 

I am in no rush.