A nice South Florida evening, thunderstorms on the horizon, light drizzle outside. Doggo snoozing on the floor. I’ve got an ever so slight nod going on...its a jazz night.
Cheers. Next beer can will be opened, and raised high, to honor bluelight. I do that all the time. Raise beer cans to honor something. Alone. This time it will be you, and the reason why i do that is, that you fucking rule.