Was going to go watch the DBacks last night but fixed dinner and crashed. Picked up some primo chedder and vine-ripened tomats. On toasted ciabatta. Out for lunch and slept like a baby.
Went under around ten, up at six and raring to go. Iran is popping. That's why the previous post; keep it contained, be ready, help 'em out... the old guys have got to go back to Qom and be wise advisors rather than running the show. The Mahdists are delusional. Let them down easy. That's how it was soon after awakening. A lot on BO's plate, I'll say. They're in conference or had better be in deep consultation cause Moussavi's alright. Hope they work it out.
Too early to go for coffee, I swung by the George (where I didn't go last night, etc.) and took some pictures. From the bottom up:
Smoker's Club; VA across Central; "No comment."
Wide and not too tight; closer; Who's For Breakfast?
The DBacks lost anyway. This afternoon as well. Missed them on account of other commitments - firmly in last place, they be. Next weekend LA's in town. Maybe go to the ballpark. That would be good after I finish moving stuff around the house as I've got to this week.
The DBacks lost anyway. This afternoon as well. Missed them on account of other commitments - firmly in last place, they be. Next weekend LA's in town. Maybe go to the ballpark. That would be good after I finish moving stuff around the house as I've got to this week.
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