Fantasies

Fantasies, fantasies, fantasies of going somewhere and eating something--with the only question being "I wonder how that tastes?"

Anyway, that's just the rash talking.  In happy and sophisticated news, it seems I might be able to have a gin every rare once in a while.  Likely not a bathtub gin, or anything too far off the London Dry variety, but still, it's not water!

And I always feel like a half-wit whenever I start to feel sorry for myself, because with this particular body being the only one I've got, it's really good to know how to feed it.  I am enjoying all this new information but every once in a while I get wistful.

Oh well, fall's here now, so there will be lots of colour to wonder at soon.......Chao!