Night.

The view from the couch, looking south.

Home now to a cessation of the rain, a dog of drying fur and Miles drifting through the speakers with “Prayer.”

If it seems anomalous that a Chinese restaurant serves sake, so be it. Even more anomalous is that the tune playing on this wintry spring afternoon in Montecito-By-The-Sea is the Christmas carol, “O Holy Night.”

. . . there are other rewards as well.

It is quite possible that she will reward me with a kiss once my quest has been completed, reward enough in itself . .

The long hill down to the Chinese restaurant. It is a cold (48 F) and rainy day and I have been ordered by my Frau to fetch a takeout order because she does not want to expose herself to the elements. Fortunately for her, her manservant is always willing and able.

Time to feed the Cnidarian—talk to you later.

Frau B. to me: 'Don't lift that--it's too heavy.'

Putting on weight? He's looking good.

One shot of very old rum every half hour.

Looks bored watching great apes go about their business.

Ha!

Next time you drop by . . .

In any case, that'll teach him.

And you've been put out to pasture?

He delivers the tasty bits of history.

I have stood in the pulpit at Unity Temple in Oak Park, IL.

I'll bet the koalas are excited . . .

What, no Trump?