September 20, 2004
Well, Sam showed up this morning and promptly retired for what may be the rest of the night. He surprised everyone when he called out to Manolo by name, as if he owned the place. He made his usual joke about Coyote repellent, which I won't repeat. With my guest out my hair, I'm taking a break from cramming for my sailing expedition tomorrow. I've got by sheepshank down pat. Furthermore, my sails are trimmed. I think I've run out of colorful phrases for now. I'll close with this: "The guests are met, the feast is set. May you hear the merry din."