Thursday

Yesterday I spent several hours in the front yard manicuring my bushes, raking leaves and laying fresh mulch. Then I woke up. I was relieved that it was not I who had been out in the chill of the morning doing yard work. I curled back up under my blanket. After an evening at the Owl and Thistle, I was in no hurry to start the day.

Although The Vinyl Avengers where not there for the second week in a row, It's always a good time, and if I'm lucky, I get in a few dances. Danced a few times with Tracy. She is a doll, has a teenage son, and she's one heck of a dancer. Spoke briefly with Mark McPhee's son (His name escapes me at the moment). Said he peeks into my life via the blog. Found that very flattering. . . or curious.

The front yard looks great. Lately my landlord has been doing some routine maintenance on her property. I really like where I live. Last night before turning in (into what? into a rabbit dumb-ass), I decided to take a late night cigar walk on the water. Well, not "ON" the water. . . you dig what I saying? Along the beach.

Sometimes I feel like such a moron.