Dude, bad dreams

I woke up vibrating form head to toe, inexplicably in bed while I swore I was running for my life from Pirates in Manhattan, stealing a burka off a woman's back (in a public bathroom stall at the Bloomies on Broadway), so I could pretend to be a blind Russian old lady??? Naturally. I had to hide from "Willie" the face expert British pirate captain who was hunting me down...

Girlfriend ate too many olives before bed. Also, I need to perfect my Russian accent for emergency use, you never know.

So, excuse me to wander off into my happy place; looking out over the Spanish countryside from a well appointed finca.

(not from the same house, this is a Parisian apt. if I remember correctly) I like the pattern overload in theory...this is the visual equivalent of my brain today. Enjoy, and don't eat before bed. From the archives of Belle Vivir.