Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans

I'm having trouble following a burial mound. Especially today. Maybe I need to find a dancing on a grave image?
Eh... maybe not.

I know Sin would want anything but wallowing. Just pick up, knives out, dance your ass off, yell as loud as possible to send that damn grim reaper back to some seventh level of hell or something.

So... I'm day drinking (spiked hot cocoa), and have a single candle lit.

In my mind I'm on my way to be a distraction to the guys at @Mrtenant Texas holdem poker game. But I'd prolly distract him as much or more than anyone else.

And that my friends.... is a left coast musing
 
I'm having trouble following a burial mound. Especially today. Maybe I need to find a dancing on a grave image?
Eh... maybe not.

I know Sin would want anything but wallowing. Just pick up, knives out, dance your ass off, yell as loud as possible to send that damn grim reaper back to some seventh level of hell or something.

So... I'm day drinking (spiked hot cocoa), and have a single candle lit.
Yes to all of this. So much yes!
In my mind I'm on my way to be a distraction to the guys at @Mrtenant Texas holdem poker game. But I'd prolly distract him as much or more than anyone else.

And that my friends.... is a left coast musing
I love your truth and honesty not your pain.
big hugs.
 
And once the storm is over you won’t remember you how made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what the storm’s all about.”

~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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