Thoughts for the day.

I've been enjoying some apple cider I bought recently. But I miss the extra zing of fresh unpasteurized cider we used to have. It would get powerful if you let it sit around. But it was so crisp and sweet. I suppose it would soon destroy the plastic they put cider in these days.

I was reading some perfectly good English, today, and suddenly my thoughts tripped over the phrase "she thought to herself." It never bothered me before. But to whom else is she going to think? Madame Bizarreau, the clairvoyant?