So, we’ve been living and loving at the cabin. In honor of Independence Day, I could write some sort of Patriotic-blather about loving America and freedom.
Or I could show you all the cream of the crop at the Flea Market.
Consider yourselves spared.

Marcus has always wanted to run with the bulls in Pamplona. I suggested that maybe we could chase him around the yard with these first to see if he's really as committed to this dream as he thinks he is.
We also accomplished a bit of fishing yesterday. And by “we,” I mean that Marcus and I drank, while Billy and David carried the team.

Not to sound crass, but the cloud is basically shitting a rainbow. I have never seen anything like this before.
Happy hour calls.