Land of the multi-colour bottle-brushes

I manage to avoid shops mostly, and in the run-up to commercialmas I have to ask myself why I am here, particularly on a Saturday. Fighting the impulse to throw myself over the edge, for which the fellow far below must be grateful on a quantum level, I go seeking coffee. Yours, The loon not on the moon.

In other news. Peace. Let's try some of that, eh.