Written with the wit of a horsefly, combined with the passion of a centimeter, topped with the humor of the man who served you a latte (when you wanted a mocha).
It's 8:30 am on a Saturday here in that place. Wife is asleep back at the hotel, so are the dogs. By myself right now. I am currently mourning that time which I once begged to leave me. Now that it has, I beg for its return. *mourning*