My weekend is still sitting at the lights, but at least the engine is running.
Finish coffee, fill Source bladder, leave house.
The philosophy which I apply to my outdoor activities, and indeed life on this virtual world of imaginary people, is somewhere between Hanna Barbera and Hammer Horror. I draw from the strengths of both opposing disciplines and cast their weaknesses to the snarling dogs of sensebility where the are sniffed at enthusiasticaly, but surprisingly remain uneaten.