I sat out in Clark Park yesterday for a while and read a novel. It was nice out. Then Trillian came over and we watched disc 3 of Shogun and listened to a whole bunch of Dwight Fiske 78's on the Victrola. I'd gotten something of a hoarde of them a long time ago that I'd never listened to. My particular favorite among the newbies was entitled "The King and the Queen".
This morning I cooked breakfast and Roswell was nowhere to be found. I sat out in the back yard and ate, it was glorious, but I noticed there's a lot of garbage under the back porch that needs to get thrown out.