Gave in to the desire for comfortable sleep and purchased an 8000 BTU GE air conditioner for the master bedroom. I think the cardboard box was made in Shoungdhou or some such.
If the Liverpool FC is owned by the Chinese and halal meat is required in UK schools, how does one define feeling English/Irish/Scottish anymore? A place? A heritage/history? All of none of the above?
I am the last of the dying breed. No children. No threads to watch over.
The world is all I have left to nurture. It is a delicate, fragile egg. Let us hope I give it more consideration than the personal desire for cold air comfort in record-setting heat waves.
I keep telling myself my time here is not done, there are many miles to walk before I sleep on cool sheets.
Yeah, that's the ticket. And Morgan Fairchild is my next-door neighbour...
I've always got my humour, thanks to my Middle Eastern friends in Lebanon, Israel, Egypt, Saudi Arabia and such. High anxiety sleepers.
Finally reading Eileen's autobiography about her and her husband, Sean O'Casey. Reminder that all is forgotten more quickly than we imagine.
That's why I'd rather start out not existing in the first place. Takes care of not feeling forgotten later on.
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