This is sunday and the weather is terrible there is a tropical storm coming from the Pacific and Hurricane Ines coming from the Gulf of Mexico .
It is raining so that no six tours of the garden in front of our house.
No Pied de Cochon the french restaurant where we supposedly eat dinlunch every sunday at four or five o’clock.
No Steve Jobs or Bill Clinton biography whom I unconditionally admire. It has been read.
No TV because it is gruesome, always the same killings and beheadings all over the world.
My thirteen grand children have heard enough of me , they are busy doing their own things.
Can’t go back to bed , everybody dies in bed .
Please tell me what can I do ?
Sunday when it rains and the fog is black you cannot even look at the window .
Dear friend you are the only one that I can talk to . Do not even reply, this is a blog .
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