Lately I’ve been over-facebooking. I get lonely and look to facebook for social contact.
I write letters and emails, get letters and emails, see friends from time to time, see Ming all the time. Still lonely.
Ming suggests I tell you he freed a bird from the vineyard netting. But there was a dead bird in there already who was not so lucky.
He’s eating grapes. We’re without our van for a couple days. But we’re running out of windmill water.