Fancy this. Here in Honolulu for nearly five weeks, and I'm still living on the extreme edge. Played bridge with the rich old ladies at the Central Union Church today; Phyllis twitting me as hard as ever she could about my trampiness, like she always does, and me as gentle as a dove in my replies: "Am I really so disagreeable? Why do you want me to have a job? Etc." Then I went on to play pretty damned brilliantly, making top score at my table and, I suspect, in the room. I'm halfway home from there now, stopping in at the Main Library to check my 'mail and blog; then on to the homeless shelter, passing through sordid old Hotel Street. It's hot, humid. I still have a touch of flu, diarrhea--which is perfect hell, living at the shelter. Despite it all, I rejoice that I am sick and tired here and not well and paranoid in freezing old Spokane. Lately I've been reading Jules Verne's "Mysterious Island" and enjoying the hell out of it. Time's up. I'll blog more tomorow.....