Town Livin’

Third World County™-style.

Yeh, I did see a pig sauntering down the street through a collection of small apartments, and I am now listening to a Spring calf bawl just over the way, in a neighbor’s yard. Amd their rooster makes for a pleasant dawn wakeup call.

Here. In town. Maybe the “city” will let me raise goats to mow my lawn. . .

Unless One Is Constructing a Half-witty Insult. . .

. . . “not a wit” is. . . witless. “Not a whit” = “not a bit; not an iota; not the smallest part,” etc. “Not a wit” simply indicates someone without wit, a dullard, a dummy, a subliterate “Dunning-Krugerand” wannabe self-pub writer. *heh*