03-23-2020, 03:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-23-2020, 03:53 PM by Drunk Monk.)
(03-23-2020, 05:11 AM)Greg Wrote: The deadline is April 1.
Tell me you're not falling for that football again, Charlie Brown.
Just focus on getting things ready for DOOM because we're all retreating to your place if all hell breaks loose. What Lynch Lair will need is some swordsmen to defend its borders and a few other DOOMers to fill in the necessities like getting food, fixing toilets, that sort of thing.
DAY 6. Got up early for a 10+ mile hike in Big Basin. It was overcast, cool and clammy, which brought out a legion of newts. That made it stressfull because they were well camoflaged on the trail, and tended to be right where we were going to step. And you don't want to step on a newt because they're basically a water balloon full of entrails and it's super gross. So that was stressful but we didn't see anyone else on the bulk of the trail, so that was social distancing unlocked. We literally only saw 2 bikers for the 1st 3/4s of the hike, then only about a dozen more before we made it back to the car.
I had a nice lunch on my veranda, which was sunny - steamed sweet potatoes and asparagus, avocado, and smoked salmon. My leggy blonde kickboxer neighbor across the street was working out - jumping rope, doing push ups and working a bag in her garage. I don't know her but she'd make a great model for Tiger Claw gear someday. Got a call from mi Shaolin Rasta bredren Chris, the dreadlock recycler who comes to TCEC from OH. He just wanted to touch base and we chatted about what was happening at great length, dipping in and out of patois as is our stylee. It was really good to hear his voice.
Now I'm going to read, or write, or draw, or take a salt bath. Or nap.
Tomorrow I must make it to the Svale for my mom. Wish me luck there.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse