Tufted

Am not feeling better. Feel awful. Up with the sun and it's spectacular. Arrayed.
Diffusion emanating from behind Camelback. That's the picture except for grid.
So, turned south for clear shot. Forget. Cumulostratus? Whatever. Good old tune.
Should like to be with milady, whomever she is. Have a restful day. Recover.

Haven't gone to the news yet. It's gotten to be such an overload of information.
Truly, all we've become are processors; where 'we' are in all of it problematic.
Stimulating? Well, how to respond? If at all. You've no control of all the buzz;
you've only control of yourself. What if you've battened down the hatches, huh?

At coffee, I should go home and relax. Here's a good one too. Not my fault!
Would be better to watch with milady, whomever she is. Class war - spitballs!
So tired an understatement. Feeling puny is all. I'll be better. DBacks tomorrow.
Ah, a man in his pride. How to adapt to democratic republic? Try this on, ma'am.