Having some Chelsea Morning in a weird, semi-rusticated Roma basket case pipe that I love. I also dearly love Chelsea Morning...between this blend and Old Gowrie, I can’t decide which one would be my deserted island smoke. I think, if I mixed the two, my world would explode. It’s a cold one today, out on the porch, but I’ve been outside all day and gotten used to the chill and many things are going well in the world of Jason right now so I’m not gonna whine too much.
Neighbors across the street appear to be entering stasis a bit early this week, activity has been low—except for a new pile of lumber that has appeared next to the folding camp chair they keep by their front door. It’s getting snowed on...