I don’t know but I am getting pretty goofy after three nights of hardly an sleep, power surge I guess. Starting to remind me of the sleep deprivation on the Camino. At the hospital right now for the second half of my treatment then back to the Island this afternoon. Have a memorial service this afternoon for a person I just got to know in the last few months. He lost it to his cancer.

Yea, shallots. The first time that I ever cooked with them or had them maybe. Catherine y Dana grew them and I think I got them in my Christmas stocking. Not that I am any kind of gourmet cook but just appreciating more different stuff these days. But I am somewhat of a cook by the way.

I drove up the Westside Highway to get to the Seattle ferry this morning, the scenic route. I takes a little longer and is more challenging than driving the straight roads but it has poetry. It has “Rough Road” signs and “Motorcycles Use Extreme Caution” signs and old boats in the weeds and ferns and giant maples and firs. Kind of prehistoric over there on the west side, sun hardly ever reaches the understory.

I think that I will go for today. It might be nap time, hopefully. I have two hours in the chair getting a liter of hydration. TGIF, right? Love, Felipe.