03-02-2023, 02:03 AM
On matters of cheez consumption, this is a No Judgement Zone (at least it is here in the Yeti Cave). Neither I, nor Lynda Carter, will judge you.
On tap for me tomorrow is tackling the slow leak in my rear tire (not metaphorical) which involves me having breakfast in Rocco’s while the happy mechanics patch-or-replace. Then it is laundry, pick up repaired boots, drop off jacket to get back-armor installed (like you do) then over to StabbyTown, then dinner with H and a visit to our local afterwards. Maybe some tax prep in there since I finally received a long-awaited doc.
On Friday, H is at a storytelling gig in Marin. Also on the ticket is the guy who does “Snap Judgement” on NPR.
On tap for me tomorrow is tackling the slow leak in my rear tire (not metaphorical) which involves me having breakfast in Rocco’s while the happy mechanics patch-or-replace. Then it is laundry, pick up repaired boots, drop off jacket to get back-armor installed (like you do) then over to StabbyTown, then dinner with H and a visit to our local afterwards. Maybe some tax prep in there since I finally received a long-awaited doc.
On Friday, H is at a storytelling gig in Marin. Also on the ticket is the guy who does “Snap Judgement” on NPR.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.