Speaking of pigs, I saw a woman on the side of the road the other day, almost to Hilo. She was leaning against the door of her car, photographing three young, black pigs as they browsed through the foliage that grows thick and lush along the meridian between the north and southbound directions of the highway. I've seen these little guys several times. They won't stay little for long. Anyway, this gal had one bodacious lens. It was wildlife photography, Hawaiian style.
I ventured up into the vog to the gym today, unsure of how much energy I might have after my recent bout with whatever it's been. Not bad. Half and hour on the elliptical, half an hour of weights, a little stretching. That was enough. Stomach's a little tumbly, but OK. Sadly, the vog followed me home.
I've got some fiction to polish, so I'll keep this short.
A hui hou. Aloha!