Awake at Dawn

I'm back to stacking the patio chairs, taking down the hanging plants, and battening down the hatches, so to speak. We've been hit by a huge storm that sounds like it's about to take off the roof. I hope it doesn't; I'd get all wet sitting here. I can't believe it. A storm, a broken elbow, a bottle of Corona, and my blogging mojo is kaput.

So where is everybody? On vacation?

Rats. I'm going to bed. There's nothing worse than trying to write when you have nothing to say.