Bicoastally, unconfusedly, for the most part, working on freelance gigs and non-free school. Only one massive loss of personal GPS when I was sitting in last Monday's seminar, fresh from Kennedy/Kennedy and looked around the room and thought Am I in the Middling City or Shiny Apple.
Decided to leave crutches for weekend in Shiny Apple as they, I believe, are more injurious to a person than injury.
Shot/imaged at the Salamanca Pow-Wow half of yesterday and drove down with Neal and his son Steven and ate bear sausage, most notably. Talked to man who made/acquired said meat and he apparently shot the black bear I was chewing alongside the ching-ching casino on the Rez, followed by some preparations and the stuffing of the bear's flesh into casing with other herbs and spices.
Unabashed carnivore, my Libran nature swingin' from tofu to venison jerkey in a flash.

Flashes of Love.