I seem to be on a roll, on the border of not quite in the right place in the right time with the right wherewithal going on. Small nothings when looked at in perspective, there are still lessons everywhere, like seeing things too close up for clarity and sometimes too far away for understanding. Would someone find the off button?
And then Simone caught a fish.
He didn't know its name in English. He told me it was in the tuna family and if I'd actually gotten the very forked tail in the photo, that would have helped for identification. But truly, its name is dinner.
Have a what-the-hell Wednesday. Do something warmblooded.