Feast Day of St. Wylgeforte

[Feast Day of St. Wylgeforte — invoked for protection against troublesome husbands] I still find that Peet’s Coffee [Italian Roast] is the finest coffee beans I’ve ever had the pleasure to grind up, pour boiling water over and force through a filter. Hot sun, sparse shade, but an earlier departure time made for a slightly longer hike in much less time. Got to get back in shape. I should be able to knock out about 7 miles in less than an hour and a half. In the heat. Maybe sneak into some apartment’s swimming pool [a good reason to carry a pocket knife]. One of the Bubba’s had his wife call me up, “He can go fishing with you, but you’ve got to promise to come by the house and help with the yardwork — you could do some manual labor.” And here I was, thinking that fishing was manual labor.
> I bought some new ear rings you may like. Them’s
> fishin lures to me, ear rings to you.
Thanks. What are friends for? Had dinner at Curra’s last night, a little late night coffee and conversation at Bouldin Creek Coffee. Too bad they didn’t have any more T-shirts, I’d a bought one. On the front, it says, “Caffeine Dealer.” Almost as good as my “just married” shirt from Vegas.