Sunshine, The All Smiles.

I know I've been a bit hermetic of late, even for a hermit named Hermes. (Why is "Mrs. Brown You Got a Lovely Daughter" echoing through my brain?).

You see, when I'm in my less exhuberant of moods, I just pipe down. No drama, just a little restorative self-exile.

I took Fugee for a walk yesterday and it was one of the liquid golden sunshine days that just let's you know there has to be a deeper meaning to the chaos and clutter. It was a great walk--and Fugee is feeling much better.

Here are some pics- enjoy the butterscotch sundrenched Bay.

SF.

Here's a pic of the hotel. Will write more soon. Has been a weird transition back to SF. Fugee got attcked at dog park- $1,000 later, looks like he'll be okay. Thrown on the debt pile.

Sometimes I wonder if I am God's manifestation of a sick sense of humor. It all gets a bit old.

Can you tell the dark twin has come out to play? 'Cept play isn't fun.

Hopefully this too shall pass.

We'll see if anyone reads this.

Ciao.