I've discovered a whole new posture...lifestyle...philosophy...creed...I've discovered I like inert.
Just. Sitting. There.
To make it complete, though, I need a servant. I mean, if you're going to do slovenly, do it right, right?
Two claps: Pina Colada.
I read. I doze. I move out of the tide and start all over again.
A brief flip of conscience. Where are the Heirs? Oh, that's right. On Their Own. Testing freedom with, hopefully, my words in their ears.
"Let go," Dirtman advised.
Fine with me. No problem. I'm doing slovenly, thank you.
Flip the page. Doze.
(Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
The House of Never-Ending-Construction? No one lives there. Not a soul...The owners are...not in residence...)