||[Sep. 19th, 2002|08:22 pm]
I told myself I was going to get back in the habit of writing here more, so while little noteworthy happened today here is my entry.|
It was a dark and stormy night. Snoopy had given up typing his novel, went back into his doghouse and I took over ...
Hmm, no maybe that's not the right entry. Although it was *very* humid and rainy today. Over in the park I was surprised to see the lake was calm and not as gray as I expected it to be. Much too much haze around here to see Chicago over the lake today. I was a little disappointed by that.
Coming back here from having dinner with my parents, I was also being mindful of the things going on around me. A train was going by on the tracks here. The wheels squeaking and squealing louder than normal it seemed; maybe because of the tracks being wet from the weather.
In the sky the moon seemed almost full and was spooky peering out from behind a thin veneer of clouds.
It was at this point I got off the top of Snoopy's doghouse, returned his typewriter to him and went home. Or something like that.