My recent visit to Sitka went well, it guess. The sex was good but no baby. Now I'm at home with Mom and working part-time at her gift shop.
It's too cool for surfing, only early March. The Padres are into spring practice, and things are early blooming.
I think this guy from a store nearby wants me. He gave me a gentle, polite feel in the stockroom seemingly out of courteousness.
I can't make heads or tailes out of sequesteration.
Or much of life.
