Home less than a week to grey skies, falling weather, freezing temperatures, good wine, and a decent steak.
My landlady/attorney/friend said to me, at 5:30 on the morning I left Bluefields, "I'm not going to even say goodbye. You're just going to Virginia for a visit. This is your home now."
But here I am with my dogs and cats and birds and three months of dog hair and dust. Christmas is tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to watch the all time, best ever Christmas movie. "Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker!"
THE BEAUTY AT FALSE BLUFF WITH CAYMAN ROCA ON THE HORIZON