[Pub Lover]

It is 4pm, on Sunday the 19th of March.

It is still light, a good autumn day, warm in the sun, a slight chill in the breeze.

A blue sky with some lightly gray clouds.

The mountains in the distance are crisp with the first of the year's snow.

The trees that line the highway are golden in the afternoon light.

Circling overhead is the bird of prey that killed my sister's Kwee (Quwi?).

I am staring fixedly at a computer monitor and thinking about all the Mod dick I had to suck to get unbanned.