Don't let any get on you. Maybe too much of a good thing is ominous. Looking thru the agoraphobic lens, you ain't doing shit. Otherwise you're a social compulsive in remission, moored in a comfort zone dismissive of let's go boating and trepidacious if I take stock mercilessly. It took so much practice to discover this heaven. The balance now seems mostly corrected and letting it all play out is the trick.

It's important to guard the carnal treasure and contentment seems to always be there at the core. Going about it all tad-free is humbling. Those all day chubbies smacked the snot out of PA and now that going commando tests the on-demando, so far so good.

May generally is staging ground for the run of the 100s. Glad to report that the pool is crystal, the ambiance is cordial and fecundity is a promise worth clinging to. The Gilligan inside will always be fetishizing the Goliath in my lap but time has obliterated some of the exsqueeze me fantasies freeing up the agenda to work on my Alan Hale, Jr. impersonation. Got a great parking space right by the door..