This Little Conversation

The sun set long ago, it seems. And now the light bulb overhead is flickering and perhaps threatening to leave me in darkness -- if light bulbs can indeed threaten.

The day started out cool, I seem to remember. It really was a long time ago. And now the programmed thermostat is letting the nighttime temperature in the house drop. I can feel the winter thru the legs of my jeans.

I won't tell you about the dog. I know you're not interested. Nor will I talk about the cat. I won't tell you about the daises out front that gave up on fall a week ago when ice descended from the north. I won't tell you about the compost pile in the back any more than I already have.

I know you're not interested in these things. I wouldn't be, either.

So with that, with the sun gone and the temperature down and so many things I vow not to say, perhaps it is best that we just agree to bring this little conversation to an end.

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