It's beautiful here in Bora Bora. Edgar and I are enjoying the sun and surf, and making friends with the local birds. The feathered kind for Edgar, and the human kind in my case. (Birds is a British slang term for women.) We may stay here for a long time.
In the meantime, my friend, John, tells me he went ice skating in the street this morning. Or at least that's what his morning jog turned into. He didn't have much oportunity to enjoy the scenery. He was too busy watching where he put his feet, and then doing a combination of sliding and dancing so he didn't fall.
I'm so glad I'm not there. It's a clear and beautiful day here, in Bora Bora, and the water is so clear, you can see all the way to the ocean floor. Sigh. I wonder if I can become a citizen here.
John also told me, they are going to have another snowstorm on Friday in Connecticut. All those poor people. They don't know what they're missing.
What can I say? I'm having a wonderful time, wish you were here. Something like that.
But, whatever else you do, stay out of trouble!
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