Stargazing

Temperature: a cloudy 20/68 degrees.

Eating: hummus on rye.

Drinking: Would some poncha pack too much punch? It is Friday, after all. Madeira, que saudade!

Listening: to the wind in the wych elm. We didn't plant it but we're keeping it, and marveling at it.

Watching: Did you catch the Perseids? Or the (partial) solar eclipse? 

Reading: Now this is interesting. And this.

Thinking: By any metric, Trump is the most corrupt president the United States has ever had. 

Feeling: like trying erotic asphyxiation? Don't. I understand curiosity, the draw of novelty, but it's incredibly dangerous, messing with your breathing. If you know what you're doing, you can kill a person with your bare hands, surprisingly fast. If you don't know what you're doing, you can kill a person with your bare hands, surprisingly fast. Why risk injury or sudden death when there are tons of sexy fun to be had in sooo many other ways. Put your hand on my throat in anything but a you-got-something-there-let-me-swipe-that-off-for-you gesture or a gentle caress and I will break your arm.