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Who would think it’s hard to write about Friday. What a stunning glorious day — too bad Raf is out playing in the mud with his 4×4 instead of scrapping and caulking… he says he’s coming tomorrow — when it’s supposed to snow. Silly boy. Who wants to be on the ladder in the snow. Paging Spring. Spring, Pick Up The White Courtesy Phone.

I don’t know what the title of this post is really about. Thank God it’s Friday. What the fuck. Must be the mood. Maybe it’s just sort of a throw away day waiting for Saturday and the opera with Wonderful, or Sunday dinner with Hummingbird and BamBam up in Vancouver.

I did get a little work done around the place. Hacked down a couple of limbs on the empress tree. Started the patch on all the miscellaneous holes on the interior of SOB (son of Bob — the newer, shorter RV that replaced Bob, the older, longer RV).

And the mail held a letter from the FBI with regard to my FOIA (Freedom of Information Act) Privacy Act request for anything that is in my files — or if I have a file, which I’m assuming I do since I was supposed to be a limo driver at the 1980 Republican National Convention in Kansas City before they nixed that and put on door duty checking credentials right across from Walter ‘anchor booth. For information on how to file your own, CLICK HERE to go to my February 9th post. And yes, they were correct when they said it would be 3-4 weeks to get the initial response since they now run all mail through scanners looking for biological agents. Bottom line is that they got my request, and it’s being processed, here is your case number, we’ll be in touch, sometime.

Tonight it’s not me that is cooking — but Suze (with Jimmy rounding out the table). Nothing like asking Jimmy what’s for dinner and he relies, “Call Suze, she’s making lamb tonight.” The least I could do after inviting myself over is to bring a bottle out of the cellar (now the back pantry) — a 2000 Bonny Doon Le Cigar Volante. And it was damn yummy.

Home before ten and out shortly after that.

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