Monday, 17 August 2026

🏞 XVII of the eighth

  🏞 sitting in the window seat at a gray world w / streaks of sun flickering and flashing thru

tea in hand, trying to wake up
more later

a slow rolling morning, ended at 11 AM. Breakfast call at the Magic Noodle. Oh, yea, won ton soup and gamo. A bit different, but very Asian. I met A ... for the purpose of transferring a fishing rod [ from the Q ' ] to the Subaru for possible fishing

Sorry. Sunny day w / built in humidity. The prospects certainly picked up from 7:30 A



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