Already The Second Thursday Of December With Me Being A Tiresome Bore

I am looking through the bars of my patio prison cell at an outer world that is chilled, currently, to only 1 degree below freezing.

And a clear blue sky.

This is already the second Tuesday of the last month of 2011.

I tire of time flying. I think I have said that previously.

There is very little I say that I have not said previously, tiresome bore that I be.