Harvest moon in Berlin. Q sent it. I assume he is there, though I have no real knowledge of that, just the message telling me that this is Berlin. Pretty cool.
I got a phone call asking me if I was going out to photograph the moon last night. I didn't. I did go out to look at it, but I was not in the photographing mood.
CC sent me this from Savannah.
No message. I assume he was out scoring some crack. The venerable Thunderbird Inn, you know, can service many of your needs.
And from somewhere in the midwest, I received this one.
No message at all, just the pic. This may not be from the midwest, actually. She is traveling so much, I don't know where it is from.
Everybody's somewhere else. I've "enhanced" their phone photos a bit trying to feel I was part of the traveling process, too.
The cleaning crew came yesterday, and last night I slept with new expensive sheets and pillowcases. They are very heavy having a 1,200 thread count. Very silky. I enjoyed them very much under the potential madness of a September full moon. I feel certain that all of you celebrated in your own way, too.
I have a beauty appointment today and tonight I am taking my mother and her neighbors for the happy hour I had suggested.
Envy me if you will--ha!
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