Last night I made the most beautiful pico de gallo. Hank had stopped at the flea market and bought a bag full of grape tomatoes and I cut them up so precisely and chopped some garlic and red onion and cilantro and peppers and added lime juice and salt and it was as good as anything I've ever eaten. I took some of it and added it to a mashed up avocado and that, too, was perfect.
I took the pictures above with my actual camera. I couldn't get online yesterday but today I can so there you go. Hank and Togi and I spent a lot of time last night sitting on the deck and looking at the stars and then the moon rose, like half an orange tortilla, glowing like nobody's business and the stars faded, all the light in the sky being taken up by her, the moon.
Not a good picture but the best I could do. Lord, she was huge. Old, too.
She stayed up in the sky all night, I'm assuming, and has left the sky empty and clean this morning of nothing but blue.
I'm going to go put on a bathing suit and set up my umbrella.
Happy Sunday, y'all.