Northerly Northlanders have descended upon our Southerly Southland peninsula we call home. The foreseeable future consists of possibilities of the endless variety.
We shall bask in the glow of each other's company, and also the warm sunshine.
We shall recite poetry to one another to commemorate the gathering of like minded souls.
We shall do one of the two listed above and let you decide which is which.
One thing is for certain. Today I will deploy an extremely appreciative hand jazzing for their taking the time and effort to travel from the bristling icy teeth of the north to entertain the thought of Southerly Southlanders entertaining them for an entire week with warm sunshine, engaging conversation, dolphin encounters, haunted jails, and saltwater cowboys. However there will likely be very little poetry.
With a house full of friends, I better take this rare opportunity to deploy my Jazz Hands while nobody is looking...
Day three-hundred and twenty-seven complete.
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