Random thoughts, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Also frequent snippets from music based attempts to describe the absurd nature of life in general.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Enjoying whatever the opposite of an Indian Summer at the wrong end of the year might be. Calm and balmy, misty and mysterious and filled with deconstructed pizza and rich red wine at the end of the working day. A possible sair heid in the morning beckons. That and tomorrow morning's Chili Bambi sausages, reasonably priced, hot and sourced from a reputable local supplier.