Mmmmm, floor pie.

Hey, what'd I do yesterday? I went for a nighttime hike and climbed up a tree and ate shrubbery, no lie (and I have witnesses this time). Feral oranges, wild onion, creeping rosemary and, if I had found any, rose hips. I debated dragging home a powered counter-height work table, washed my hands in sprinklers, had an involved conversation about the Car-B-Que and heard a New Age hippie/Wiccan make fun of at least three separate and distinct minority groups (including my own but opted not to say anything that she may burn in hippie Hell). Best day ever.

If I feel ambitious enough to drag out the food processor or the blender, I'll have a proper marinade for my steaks (Oh and chilis! I have chilis.) but I think I'll just let it be chunky and scrape it off before I broil them. Sunday's architectural tour says photography ist verboten. We'll see, Neil. Sounds like a challenge!