The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers’ eyes

Sure sure - I kept with the Bowie theme. Give me a break - I had to choose some grandiose lyrics for that monumental photo.

Back on track - holy sweet Moses - its true. Patrick is coming back into the country after a year’s absence. His suggestion of a brew-ha-ha in Bellisle was met with great excitement from this writer. Especially since the weather seems unseasonably warm and I can envision Beer and a grilled steak on the BBQ. It’s been at least 48 hours since I had one. And it’s been at least 2 hours since I had a drink. Oh wait, it’s 10am. 3 hours.

Anyhow, how time passes quickly! While freshening up my coffee I realized that the last year has gone very quickly - but let’s not get back on a ‘getting old’ rant again - that’s depressing.

I woke up last night to Olivia fluffing her pillow over and over again like she was kneading bread. It continued for several minutes before I said something, upon which she seemed extremely confused and then went back to sleep. I think her dream (whatever it was) got stuck in a stuttering loop similar to a record’s needle skipping. Very strange. What wild mental tale warrants continual fluffing of a pillow? She made a strange excuse this morning up about being unable to move the pillow sideways - I think it was something much more sinister.

As many of those who know me are aware, I have a small piece of a meteorite that has material in it that is pre-solar. 4 bil+ old. I have decided that in the interest of total exploration I will eat a portion of it. Details of the results to come.

If you’re interested, I posted some select photos from our Florida Trip. Jason’s old thumbgen script still works better than any I’ve tested.

All right, all right, off to the abyss. I have some muddling to do.