Scent on the Wind

Jul 09, 2008 20:33

The air grows cooler and summer melts into the delicate autumn. I can't say I'll be missing the heat too much. Heat is best served in a cup with a bitter aftertaste, to where you can control how much you've got to swallow all at once.

I hope everyone's enjoying the fresh food our friends at the supply centers have found. I'm afraid I must count myself among the suspicious-- but if your eyes can be hidden, then it doesn't hurt to keep them peeled and well aware of what's around you. Still, the gods curse those who question gifts from the heavens, so I'll try not to let it bother me too much.

Along with the fresh food they found a good selection of store-bought coffee. For you heathens who can't handle the real thing, that should be a relief. Still, I plan to stake a claim on at least a bit of it. Disgusting and watery coffee is better than no coffee at all.

For curiosity's sake I'm going to second the query for doctors among our population. You can never be too careful in a disaster situation. Preparation is the iron stake in the pup tent of survival. That's one of my rules.

Oh, also. Hermanita, I appreciate your enthusiasm in lending a hand around the neighborhood.

But please ask before you use my coffee grinders to make shaved ice. Better yet, don't. Thanks.
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