Just had a little fire outside.

[Fibonacci Prima]

I stuck with the 2ft logs and stopped at the 3ft logs. Got rid of the entire winters Sunday papers and a few wind socks. The cat stopped by and said "mellow" and the moon is ³⁄₄ full. Orions belt is still tucked safely in the sky and I am stoned like Fred & Barney. But the oatmeal has kicked in and my allergies are semi-alive. The temperature is 42 deg with a lite south-west breeze maybe 5 knots. Puff the magic dragon is real and Felix the cat forgot his suitcase. The used paint I bought looks like my barn and the I am happy. Life is good. The coal train says hello, and I can feel it rumbling under my feet. The damn thing is over ¹⁄₄ mile away. I wonder what the conductor is eating for lunch?

I could totally dig hearing the live show.