“You want a construct? Go read some medieval poetry. Leave her and every other living woman out of it.” https://going-medieval.com/2020/09/16/on-constructing-the-ideal-woman/
At least the air quality index has gone from 600-ish to 308. Still bright red, still hazardous, will kill one just the same… but an improvement!
…that moment in a Donnie Yen film when his face hardens and you know the villain’s gonna DIIIIIIIIIE…
Sharks are older than trees. https://www.zmescience.com/ecology/animals-ecology/sharks-older-trees/
I am generally not a blue-skies type of person, but being able to breathe will be a marvelous thing.
Dogs have forgotten all the excitement and are lobbying hard for walkies, even with the smoke.
Can’t see a squirrel on the deck. A vast silence has fallen.
Nos morituri, and all that. Time to get the leashes.
Both dogs now pressed against my legs as I type, hiding under my desk.
Squirrel still on roof.
Finally found Boxnoggin hiding on my bed, licking his poor aching nose. He has forgotten what happened and knows only that his schnozzola hurts. Miss B followed me around the upstairs looking for him, and has consequently forgotten the squirrel too.
I write books. All the time. I can't stop. Definitely not Loki in disguise, of course not, how could you think that.