It has been foggy all day along the coast and, with the clocks going back, it is the first time it has felt like Fall.
There was not any real low tide as the moon is in its last quarter.
So instead of THing I spent a chunk of the day listing items on Ebay.
I keep whittling away at possessions, trying to rid myself of useless weight.

Whilst cleaning my computer bag in the taxi I came across some writings penned some time ago.
Obviously they were written on slow nights like this.......

In California the Sun keeps you warm in the day,
But it's Winter now
And when you're old,
It's hard to keep
Out the cold.

A Mercedes pulls up,
All shiny and new,
I guess he's doing alright.
The old man looks on,
Pulls up his collar,
It's going to be a long night.

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One by one they come by the bar, look in the bucket set by the door, hoping to find a cigarette that still has a couple of puffs left.
But the smokers don't put out their butts, they toss them in and let them burn themselves out.
It's all about timing.
I sit here waiting the same way.
If I leave someone might need a cab the next minute, if I stay I could sit for hours.
And I could be missing something around the corner.