Day 1 of vacation: Woke up at 7:00 and did some tai chi on the beach. Felt peaceful and as one with the world. Returned to the house, ate, and wrote this:
“She threw a hobo at me,” said Granbretan. “Dislocated my shoulder. As for him — well, a new appreciation arises for the phrase ‘fine red mist’—”
“Imen’s dadpaste, man, leave off,” said Scarsol. “You’ve all the polish of a wangtugger’s handshake. Didn’t your prolapse of a mother teach you how to talk around a woman?”
Clearly all the chakras are open.