the day after the day after the week before

well, that was fun.

i did lose a button off of my coat, and my keys, and had a sense of being stuck between blackrock and a gardiner place.

i was rescued from vagrancy by andy glock, on what turned out to be his birthday. i thank him graciously for his couch and his breakfast.

my keys were in the porterhouse, where the beer monkeys [sic] had hidden them.

before i go, i offer you one questioning thought.

where do all the people go for the rest of the year?

('cos nealy everyone was out out and about this weekend.)

yours questioningly.