A sad, greasy ostrich

I've been without my female concubine ostrich for four whole days, and I feel lonely.

This is not an ostrich emotion. I've been hanging out with people like J.R. Ewing for way too long. Worse than that, I've been listening to Supertramp's greatest hits. TALK ABOUT DEPRESSING! They keep telling me to take the long way home.

The other day, Elizabeth Robicheaux told me she was heading to Mexico for a couple of days. As luck dictates, I, myself, will be burying my head in the sand in San Diego, California, very close to Mexico, indeed.

Do you think she'll meet me for a Mimosa?