Habana Daydream in a Sav poker. It’s a very fine evening out here on the porch. The moon is rising, and things are pretty quiet save for the robins and cardinals and blue jays making their springtime sounds. There are several bats flittering around, which is wonderful to see. Mowed the front lawn for the first time this year, recovered my boat, and prepped a lot of ground for planting tomorrow.
Neighbors across the street have not come out this evening, however there is an ENORMOUS cardboard box, which was not there this morning, leaning against their house. I believe that is the box from the thurmungulator they are assembling in the basement to communicate with the planet Snorklox or wherever the fuck they came from.