I am starting to find amusing the slow progress of the mail truck two streets away, seen through bare trees. This is a little too zen for me, but I must stay here and await the arrival of Food.
Yes, I am quite capable of going to Food myself, were my shoulders, biceps and triceps built up more. As it is, I sadly lack both strength and stamina.
And yes, I really talk like this. It comes from reading too many books. Mom always tried to get me to stop reading the things. Maybe this is what she meant.
At any rate, the food still is not here. But the save button is!
white pebble 