Really, Florida. I think we have reached a tipping point here. How many times in a lifetime would you expect to have reports of an alligator gnawing on a dead body? Once, perhaps, and that only posited after an evening spent telling tales and drinking icy beverages not meant for children? Twice in the span of just over a week, in real, actual life…that’s a bit beyond the pale. We should probably have a talk about crazy the rest of the year should not really be.
The gardens. They are in terrible shape, thanks to the way 2017 was a total bitch. The biggest project: weeding. […]
The other night, I had a series of very odd (even for me) dreams. I am an insomniac, and the […]
Once upon a time, in AP English, our instructor (who had gone to the Christmas break single and came back […]
The last little mini-dream I had before waking up: I was mixing Kraft’s neon orange cheese from their blue box […]
The perfect background sound for your too-still, very late evening reading and/or writing horror: the (mournfully) singing tree.
Elie Wiesel died yesterday. Unlike (apparently) a lot of people, I did not encounter Night, his nonfiction/fictional account of internment […]