Lahaina Distillate

Like a sparrow with no tailfeather I skittle on the ground until tub time then the leash is unhooked. Now the ramble becomes a ribeye stupor and we scratch the film off with the pumice of the presidio. Jump to today which started nipplastic and morphed into convalescence on the BFF front.

Socked in on birthday 239 with emphasis on mid-afternoon. The fireworks time was black out but the continuation consisted of complete aftermath. Gently led leftovers advance the prelude causing high expectations for the next act.

The layers are distinct today - early tasks completed, move indoors and consecrate the sandwiches into crunch manna for us lucky stiffs who have developed a strong healthy feeling. Now if the toot theory could just prevail.