It’s what we do at night, however, and I’m doing it. Yawning. It’s been a long day. I don’t know how Boy is still relatively compos mentis. Dr B and I certainly aren’t. This evening’s laundry is hanging on the inside line, though tomorrow’s temperature is forecast to be good drying weather. In that case, another load can go on the outside line tomorrow. Meanwhile, it’s not morning and I am yawning.
rhymes with morning but isn’t