greeting blogophytes

Ahoy,
We are trundling along here in our sunny clime. I am not a twitteroo or much of a declared extrovert, with strangers, but I shall endeavor for the amusement of my immortal beloved.

What fascinates me is the way that we mesh and thrive, not just endure. I marvel at how things are. I find it hard to believe that this other precious human being wants to be around me, let alone, share the future.

I would like to use this medium and time to let you all AND Rachel know that she will be helping me illustrate a book I wrote the last time that I was visiting this tourist hotspot, called "25 uses for a bootlace", the book, not this locale. I have yet to figure out why we/she hasn't mentioned where we are in her posts, OpSec, privacy,blogovian etiquette, rules of the road...?She left it vague and I can take a hint...She didn't even tell you what we do. I think the idea is that if you are reading this then you already know us and therefore fill in the blanks...

I am trying to get diagnosed with low-blood -sugar-induced-Tourette's-syndrome, LBSITS or TBLISS, so that I may say exactly what I think without fear of consequences, you know, "Hey, sorry man, I have LBSITS, it was the condition not me..."

She reads to me nearly every night, I brush her hair...Life is good. I intentionally married an artist, among other criteria, and she has decorated our humble room here with the most beautiful, provocative and comforting pictures. I think she had a feng-shui moment going or something, with the placement and harmony of the snaps along with the overall effect. So cool.

I fly all over and I am trying to figure out how to convert all these miles to civilian frequent flyer miles, probably not happening...She trundles much more than I...

We run together nearly every other evening, the Mimosa/Acacia/ Locust trees here smell like Virginia I am told.

apparently I will be an alpaca farmer in the afore mentioned future and hopefully the progenitor of a strong pride of happy little piglets...

adieu Bloggeroo