I feel the need, the need for tropical sea breezes, white sandy beaches, hammocks, palm trees, scantily clad native women, suitable adult beverages complete with little paper umbrellas and served in coconut halves. Appropriate island music, steel drums or reggae wafting in from a distance.
Anyone headed in that direction? The destination is of little import, Jamaica, Tahiti, Fiji, Costa Rica? Doesn't matter, I'm easy, and
In other breaking news, there is no breaking news here. Well, there probably is, I just don't know about it right now. No CNN, Twitter is running, in the background, but I'm mostly ignoring it. I've got my playlist on shuffle just enjoying the spice of variety. It could be classical this time and oldies rock on the next one, and something really odd, obnoxious or weird the one following that. Styx, Suite Madame Blue right now. We'll see what comes up after that.
Frozen-rubber-disk-sports-thingy happens tonight, as the despised Red Wings visit St. Louis.
LET'S GO BLUES!
Yes, I know, you do not care, ancient history...
Now playing, Someone to Watch Over Me performed by the incomparable Queen of Jazz and First Lady of Song Lady Ella Fitzgerald.
In still other really important breaking news, not only am I still writing these entries and staying on my self-imposed schedule but I'm putting distance betwixt thee and me. With this entry typed on the 21st of November, I have 27 posts in the pipeline. Granted some most all of them are drivel, but 27? Count em, I started on November 2nd, five or six entries a week, should be what, at the most eighteen entries? Fifty percent more drivel, WOW! what a DEAL!
As always thanks.
As always thanks.
See you tomorrow...
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