Mood: not sure
Topic: "Fallin' Behind"(11)
Frodo has taken to the logical computation of his remaining days on the small blue planet. Surely, he notes, he has been here longer than he will be here in the future, but by how much? He wonders because of all the familiar names he comes across who once shared something somewhat noteworthy with the hobbit. The semi-scientific analysis is responsible for Frodo's continuing absence from the keyboard. It is the reason he wastes few extra moments inside when he needs to be outside, enjoying his (potentially) last day in the Gardens of the Shire.
Claudia Smith, once known affectionately as "Chunki," is no more. Tom, "Root" Rudisill has succumbed. The death of Harmon Killebrew drew comment from friend and foe alike equally aware of Frodo's admiration for his favorite player many moons ago. It is not surprising therefore that the hobbit finds many reasons to avoid an inside seat with a window on the world. Better, he thinks, to be outside, even if it is to simply pull a weed or pursue the rabid squirrels who draw his ire and call his canine associates into action.
It is also too damn hot. Frodo learned during yesterday's rainstorm that July represented the hottest month in recorded history worldwide, and that 2015 is anticipated to be the year to have the equivalent title. The magnificent Dandy and friend Tess yet demand an outing at the dog park, but shadowy spots soon draw their attention and an early trip home is not unappreciated most days.
Life amid these days is Monday on one hand, and rainy on the other. It is however, preferable to the alternative.