Random Sentences - August 23, 2009

I hear mice chewing on the ceiling tiles as I write. I'm trying to get hooked on old good habits when I was younger. I'm trying to write more or at least chronicle more thing than usual. These past few weeks were nothing but cutting hay, cutting oats and going to the social gatherings where I knew very few people. Catching up on Podcasts, reading actual books, not comic books. Windows open, breeze coming in from the south. I hear the leaves on the trees and the engines of the passing vehicles on the road. The crickets are coming out during the day. I will clean later today at my grandfather's place.