The Barrel of My Raygun

All is still fine. Things have slowed to a crawl here. Little to do, and even less to complain about. Last week I found myself up a tree in Marin on a particularly sunny day. The icamera makes everything look like a salt water dream. And everything is right with the world (bar the economy, our healthcare system, the deteriorating environment, war, slavery, unrest, apathy, sickness, sorrow and malaise). I, myself am a-ok though.