Gap missing (from 7AM to 8PM)

4 A.M

I got up and put my socks on, and my boots, and the rest of my garments. I washed my face
and went downstairs.
I fed the dog and gave him fresh water. Then, I made some toasts with butter and along, my favorite, homemade grapevine juice.

I, sick, with an ailment, brushed my teeth, hugged the dog goodbye, got everything packed, and went outside.

It was cold and gray, and fainted blue, and the sun was nowhere to be seen, yet.
The grass, green, and moisty, for it had rained the night before.

I took care of the hens, and fed the cows and cleaned the sheeps and brushed the horses.
Daily routine.

7 A.M

I went downtown to buy some food, and pay the bills,
I drove past the gas station, and visit my grandpa's farm. Hillbillies, all of them. They're still the same. Love them nonetheless.

8 P.M

I got home, and it was snowing.
I turned the radio off, parked the car, grabbed my coat and put it on, and I got home. The dog greeted me from the window.

I opened the door, threw the coat, went to the kitchen, made some hot chocolate, turned the fireplace on, kicked my boots off,
lay on the old sofa, turned the TV on


and watched whatever was on it.

It turned out to be some 50's soap opera alright.





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