Yummo

Sleepy sleepy. Had a wonderful lunch of Rosemary hen, and seared mahi at the Pale pilgrim in Santa Rosa. Then, a marathon session of tantric sex with Blanche resulted in me having a chesire grin and probably a bit of a sex smell when we went to dinner. Didn't have time to shower and I think the waiter at dinner was giving me a judgemental look. Blanche and I don't believe in using anything with chemicals on our bodies so our smell was most probably present . Douches and deodarant mask what the higher power deemed. I read that in a wonderful book whose name escapes me at present. Anyway, the dinner was so exquisite that I plan to blog about it tommorow.

I can't wait to start putting pics up and excerpts of my novels and poetry. I'm currently working on an essay about organic husbandry. wow. "husbandry" is striking me as sexist but maybe I'm just too tired. I'll process it tomorrow. Good night, guys. ZZZZZZZZZZ.