Mornin’ from Panamá. A bit after 7am here = Central US time as I start driveling. I slept past sunrise, but not by much. It’s always fun here to see the sun rise out of the Pacific knowing it will set into the Atlantic. Now balconatin’ on an increasingly cloudy day that will, like all the other days this month, include rain. It did rain overnight. Think PNW- or UK-like dreary weather, but warm to hot and always sticky. It’s an acquired taste. For me it’s a familiar / nostalgic taste, but not really my favorite. Presently 26/79 with a high of 30/86 and the humidity is the typical 90+%.
Yesterday was a pleasant afternoon at the resort. Much yakking, drinking, and eating ensued. And little else. Specifically, no plans were made. Right now I’m about 2 gallons low on water.
As to y’alls 30 posts from yesterday afternoon / evening:
I knew that’d get a rise from the more rural folks. This was total tract suburbia, just biggish tract suburbia. That’s the least dense I’ve ever lived.
And yes, the facilities at palatial Chat Manor located on the truly vast Chat Estates are much less crowded than that 
With on-demand poetry that wonderful, I sure hope you’re more present this week. Yaay!
'Zactly. She’s not nice; she’s a friggin saint.
Third Base! 
That’s what I was thinking of when I finished Nellie’s story. And yours.
Had she gone to the board and written “Third base” instead of “Hu” then the kids, all of them, would have been utterly baffled. YouTube to the rescue!
For sure. And a fine pic of fine meal it was. Thanks for sharing.
Welp, it’s time to find food. No sign of my traveling partner. Cheers all. Happy Moanday to all!!