The coffee is fresh and hot

     Saturday morning breaks with a dull gray dampness, and the human spirit endures.  Probably with help of coffee, anyways.  Let's see the week that passed, hmmm.  Was not all that bad in reality.
     The breaking news of my lack of funds until the end of the month somehow didn't cripple me.  I still managed to go out and have fun.  I also found things here to do, obviously this blog was not one of them.  No apologies here.  Did errands on Friday.  I believe I went to the lounge and hung out a little  Nothing really overly memorable about Friday at all.
     Saturday the 14th, was a movie too if anyone is interested.  A campy comedy/horror movie,  it had Richard Benjamin in it after all, how scary could that be?  I was determined not to make my plight worse by doing a lot of aimless driving and not wasting gas.  Ordinarily it can comprise a lot of my usual Saturday.  There was a lot of stress in the house, brother in law and sister were totally out of money.  So I borrowed some and gave them each $100.  And I bought dinner that night too.  I hit the lounge as well, found out there was a barbecue that one of the regulars was throwing on Sunday.  No I wasn't invited, nor did I expect to have been.  The line between friends and acquaintances often blurs for people.  The way I explain it is this:  There are people you meet every day, not horrible people just good to pass some time with and such.  A casual nodding understanding.  That is my definition of acquaintance.  Anyway Saturday actually passed pleasantly enough.  But let me tell you it was flipping hot.
     Sunday.  Usual stuff, food shopping and the ilk.  Lounge, pleasant.  Sunday night made some turkey breast with mashed potatoes, sister still cannot have veggies.
     Sometimes the beauty of ones own blog is that you can slip into and out of it.  Get days and facts mixed up.  And if you want, like right now abandon it for a bit.  Yes I could leave this up as a draft, but for me, with the exception of using the spell check, I like the rawness of this digitalized word.  My circuits are firing under the direction of my coffee and have assured me the time line is good.  Why do I find the timeline important?  Not sure.  Guess someone should.
     Sunday one of the regulars at the lounge had an event occur which caused him to miss the party.  At the moment I'll say no more.  Sunday night, money tight, I wanted to have some snacks available to me.  Tomorrow I said I shall make......
cliff hanger.