Gower St. (Christmas Night)

Just so you know, last night I took almost a hundred photos. This morning, in the cold rain, I took more than fifty. None of them were extremely spectacular. Now I'm drinking mate from a gourd (a gift), with a heat massager (a gift) while reading "Will In The World" under a burgundy colored blanket (a gift) with "It Happened One Night" playing with the sound off.

Now its time for some re-heated pesto lasagna...

Finally, after two hundred pages, "Will In The World" is beginning to show signs of life. Shakespeare is now in London (which sounds a lot like East Hollywood) and he's fallen in Christopher Marlowe and Robert Greene, the supposed model for Falstaff, as well as various other playwrights, all of whom seemed to have ignored the hick from Stratford.

Like I said, just so you know....