The day started early for me: about 6H30am.  Coffee is being made and I am smoking. It is past 8am. All is well but I obsess about the popping of Billy's cyst which was all hard pus and like a pimple. I found that popping very fun and want another one. Isn't weird how we obsess about the grotesque at times?

The rain is coming down and hubby is busy today. Not yet the week end.