My Own Private Idaho

Minus the pool. No chlorine in my eyes. But the screened porch and deck combo that I have been going on and on about, if only in my head, are almost complete. A ceiling fan spinning over my very own caged enclosure while I wait lazily for another beer to materialize magically. I know it is brought by The Keeper, but I can pretend whatever I want. It's my zoo, and the only one who ever stares from the other side of the cage is the neighbor's kid.