a fubb world

Today at work it was like I was in my own little world ALL DAY, with hardly an interruption from the outside. I basically came in, had my tasks to do, which took the whole day, and then closed up. there were a few people that came in, but nothing to write home about. I like going down to the dock at the end of the day to put the crate of crabs back in the water and throw out the fish guts. Seagulls wheel around me for the scraps, and it's such a beautiful view. I like having the responsibility of handling things on my own.

I was putting all the display fish away, scooping out the clams into a bin, when suddenly I thought: clams. I want some. so I brought home a bag, along with some coconut milk. I'm going to cook them in coconut milk/lime/honey/garlic etc...some sort of yummy concoction. And have them with crusty bread.  And a salad.

I thought I'd lose my muscles this winter, but I am pleased to tell you (as I am sure you are pleased to hear) that due to my continuation of full-time work, I am still in possession of a solid bicep. Why is that the foremost thing on my mind to share? I should probably be concerned about that.

This morning I woke up when it was still dark out, so it took my eyes a bit to adjust when I turned on the living room light. Through my squinted eyes I began to decipher black dots...everywhere around my feet. As my eyes got used to the light, I saw that I was standing in a pile of feathers. Just delightful. Thank you, Eastre.