Took a cap with some oil. Olive was all I had. Chased it with a shot of Jim Beam. Think I'll turn in for the night. Outside the wind is blowing, nice gusts. Air is soft, cool and humid. Feels like the cool air on the coast. I love my home, I guess we are all partial to our home land. Mrs rose sits out at night and hears her world, and it's the best to her. Just as my night is to me.
Is this rambling babble or is this actually making sense?? Makes sense ti mez but as keef can attest, that doesn't always mean it really did make sense. Lol.