Sept. 3rd. 0530ish a mortar barrage woke me - rounds landing on my valley as rapidly as a 50 cal.can spit. Then the rain. After several very dry months, a very serious rain fell on the finca here in Spain. Cool this morning - might even wear jeans today.
I dislike, in general, twitter and facebook. But, these days, how can I escape their bondage? Tumbler seems to be my ticket- for now. Until we´re taken back to stoneagedom by a North Korean or Chinese launched EMP, I´m stuck with having every single one of my stomach rumblings broadcast to the world. The more I strive to divorce myself from the affairs of mankind (a curious word) the more I find out about he, and, he the more about me. Makes me want to take up the wigwam and drum, but, eventually, some damn fool would introduce the digital smoke signal.
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