sitting around doing nothing

the hounds deep in early afternoon sleep as i listen to internet radio
comfy in my chair it is cold out there

temp. at 6 am was 24 f. which according to urban legend is colder than a witch's tit

the cold torch of the sun and scrubbed blue sky
pieces of this and that

outside the window on the telephone line
reflected in my computer screen

the squirrel running to and fro