The patio door is cracked open and billy and I are sitting on the red couch. The nuns of chukchikjall sing sing sing. All is perfection right now..I am even smoking a jay, so early.

A crow caws outside. 

I should finish the ceiling in the loo upstairs:i missed a moldy corner hard to access.

Nothing new today. I saw a dog at the shelter I kept an eye on and was not impressed in the end: he looks a little mad about dogs. We wont be adopting him when whiskey passes.