"When work is done and drink is beer..."

With Lover Boy loud all afternoon and the sun was even out all day.

Beer in hand and accomplished, these Hemingway sips.

Fucking hell if we didn’t meet challenges today

And overcome without overwhelming

And sail without sails, or a fucking rudder, for what and all that I know.

Whew. I love it when the tide does that.

Sid.

xoxoxo