Early on a foggy morn.....

Durn chickens are screaming, prob’ly pissed cuz there ain’t no sun again t’day....but the coffee’s on the boil (8 cups t’day ‘stead of 6)...
the SacBee snooze is spread out on my footstool....Oh, my tired old green recliner has pretty much given up.....think it must be time for recliner heaven.....if I lived up a ‘holler’ in Kentucky, I c’d just put it on the porch ‘n give it over to the hound but I don’t live up a holler ‘n I don’t have a hound ‘n I already got enuff junk on my porch what with a table, four chairs, three rocking chairs, a small garden swing, two small tables ‘n no, I don’t have a pear tree let alone a partridge...but, by gobs, if I had ‘em, I bet I c’d find a place for ‘em on that porch....do luv my porch tho’.....like to sit out there in the mornings, well weather permitting, too durn cold right now but with any luck it’ll get very much like Spring in about five more weeks....I tell people that’s what it does in a ‘normal’ year anyways altho’ t’be truthful, we haven’t had what you might call a normal year around here for awhile....well, y’know whait I mean, what with La Nina ‘n El Nino ‘n Al Goracles ‘Global Warming’....I can’t believe how many people still believe in Old Al.....you’d think if he believed it himself, he wudn’t have spent so many of his millions on that beach house in Malibu....what a hypocrite he is.....’course, he always was, it’s just that most people didn’t know it ‘n seems like a lot of those that did know simply made excuses for him....still are for that matter...makes a feller shake his head trying to figure out what exactly goes thru the minds of those left-wing idealogues that have usurped a perfectly good word like ‘liberal’ ‘cuz there sure ain’t nuthin’ liberal about ‘em.....just think about Pelosi who wuz 3rd in line from the Presidency, Speaker of the House in the largest-spending government in American history giving a televised speech ‘n declaring that she had presided over a pay as you go, fiscally responsive Democratic House of Representatives.....The Wizardess of Oz, pushing buttons ‘n clanking chains, all smoke ‘n mirrors, full of sound ‘n fury (Thanks Faulkner) signifying nothing at all, at all......
Ah well, it’s early on a foggy morning ‘n the durn chickens are still pissed at the sun not showing it’s face ‘n I really, really need to go get a cup of coffee.....cheers.......