I am blowing bubbles by myself, procrastinating the weed-whacks and revisions that need to be exerted on the uncertain documents of tomorrow. A thought is lost in each bubble I blow, depleting my mind of the known things. There are still approximations and false memories that can be good stand-ins for thoughts, if no one is paying too close attention.
I have begun my intensive research into the classic look of the mountain man. Here is what I have found.
I see I am needing to purchase tan items with fringe and furry furry hat. Also a large gun and perhaps some knives to hang in my sash (which I also need to get).
Good evening to you.