Good to get the day in early, what with these Arctic Circle (Teflon puffy yet malleable ski jacks, opaque glint googles)! First layer: Balboa grey sweats. DeeLee on all sort-a-automatic transcription never tedious! A cast of mutes? Penultimate climatic scene at DeSales, SF CA, I probably should have said. Do you know ---(whatsamatter$4 you?). She goes: see the world spinning 'round?? We'd (DeeLees my very good friend) rescued the cutest blue dog - an Australian cattle pooch, all of us over doing a cardio-romp in snowshoes. We're as happy as doves on white roses. The Park City snow-squint-swale just (it goes like this): Ou-la! Well of course I read you. She was up from our dream early, humming Wonderful World, just because-just so light through her kimono. Feet to the floor, I popped a Coors Light. The flat screen going on with Thelma & Louise. The server who resembles a younger happy Gary Snyder hands Deelee the crystallized tray of waffles with a collectible Aunt Jeremiah bottle of maple syrup. They exchange giddy-hi-hi-di hoes, possibly not knowing that I know Nepalese. And I'm wondrous' 'bout Scanner's widow, on the room phone as I have some quant-level racquetball quick replies with my stoker-broker whose been prompting me to come-on home for 'civic responsibilities', and I'm going I told you that when I did the dishes those soap bubbles from the sailor-coat-blue Dove were premonitory! Well at least youshouldaoughta get your arses back here for the Foxconn DNR hearing 7 March 2017; should I book that space (the one near the Wrigley Geneva mansion?) if you wouldn't insist on doing your own driving (I interject: too cold to fly) He goes: how cold is it?? Later. So I make that loud sound cracking my thumb joints (loud as Tom Sawyer's big toe innervation) sos I call big C (why is DeeLee pumping her arms with palms-up ?! Sorta translates to this rock's gotta roll?? Or the dog's gotta go. Big Core (already on speaker, how the knack far West are we??) crackle and spackle I go---no we're not in Hayward!! Trouble with the soap sellers, is that what you said?? They're angry--- PO'd --- more than a little bit---miffed about---what was it a frolicking-rooking dictate---TPTB at radio WHAG wanna kibosh---please, please STOP TALKING in acronyms! OK. Just trying to let you know that the big wigs object ---HATE on your idea to buy four hours of drive time and marathon the Everly Brothers' Greatest Hits. See what you can do. DeeLee's supposedly walkin the dog and this microwave sogged up my waffles. Did you finish that speculative essay on Patton's assassination? I reply, paranoia strikes deep? Haven't we have had enuff fantastical propensities and dead-end corollaries? I'm naked to the world, C. I hear 'ya. Loud & clear?? Loud, proud...what's that Redford movie where he confronts the day in a bear rug from that low hovelish cabin?? That cabin that looks like it's got an ass load of avalanche thundered on it? Give me fever. Calm the frack down....Peace, silence and the sound of one rescued blue dog whimpering... DeeLee silhouettes the door. From the floor, from my two-fisted winded push-up regimen I yell: snow in your hair! Close the door! Put the do not perturb sign on! Please, thank you!