At Sandy Point on ownsome, a piece of flake and stubby of CB for dinner. A quick walk on the beach.
Back to the van to read my SF mag with a stick of cabana and Jarlsburg slices finishing some red wine.
Contemplating life and how it feels to try to let the eldest move on with his own life now.
Me. Dry eyed but still reddish…
The van is a little cool, the ciggie smoke a little thick. My SF mag is as, always, interesting.
And had two good convos with Weez and Sime tonight.
Smartphones… Who needs a laptop!
Feeling better. Bottle at 50%… Neither full nor empty. Magical. God there is a little breeze at the moment. Brekky time and windy? Hope so.
Post Script= the word press phone-app did not publish this after all…