Hovering

It was decided tonight that the space between coffee and water was called Percolatory.
Yes this really is my life.

Hunter S. Thompson is gone as well.

This weekend was occupied being paid to romp in mud puddles, play with sparkly things and dodge nerf darts. Beautiful indeed.

In the middle of the desert, listening to the sounds of military exercises, I made the biggest pot of Cajun Chicken Soup tonight ever. I could have stripped down and bathed in it. Not that I did of course.. but the idea was discussed. I fed people and helped them rediscover their sinuses. Even better. Discussions roamed from hovering over a foreign potty to the occasional complete gracelesness of cats to the Reptilians who are quite possibly integrated with out society as we speak.
Run on sentence there much?

I miss stargazing. I miss taking my telescopes out and searching the overhead darkness. I still do it now... just don't drag the scope out as much as I probably should. I slack.

Yes, it's another incoherent entry brought to you by a sleep starved simian.

I also purchased a parasol. Life is just not complete without a chinese parasol to stroll with.

I've finally written some new music. I'm re-entering the world of classical guitar. And I'm pondering going mostly vegan again.
Even though it took 2 hours to make.. I loved cooking for a group of people. I love cooking in general. REAL cooking with clean healthy food. Real taste and actual nutritional value. Scary concept in out society.

Rambling.

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