Friday, January 15, 2021



High & dry (a mile high, the mountain desert) coming from low & moist makes for some interesting "sleep," especially over Whiskey Row:

A big red rant-hill of fiery Solenopsis invicta (back-wheelers), creepy crawlies and worms.

The sound of silence does not arrive till 1:59 a.m.

Just before six (penetrating sweet slumber), invasion of the storm troopers.

And if you don't know what any of this means, neither do I, thoroughly scrambled by homeostasis disruption.

The Point (speakeasy)

Their Western Negroni:
Thumb Butte Sage Gin, Bitter Liqueur,
Washington-made vermouth 
over a single rock