there has been a great upset in this reality. tremors through the void must have summoned me from the slumber of the hermit. during great calamity, i rise to say:
well damn. anyone got any good news or is it time to howl at the moon?
i'll start: there's a robin nesting in the eaves on my back deck for the second time in a row. she's precious and i love her and papa robin. these babies should be hatching any day now.
well damn. anyone got any good news or is it time to howl at the moon?