A month! That wasn’t so bad. It helps, of course, that the vast majority of this is little more than the midnight rambling of a stream of consciousness. What did I do today? What did I think of that?
It’s cheaper than a therapist, and here’s a picture of a tree.
It’s cheaper than a therapist, and here’s a picture of a tree.
A friend of mine liked this picture in particular, enough to mention it, anyways. There was less snow then but I don’t have to tell you that.
I didn’t make any pictures today, mostly I worked and was sick with a sore throat. Doesn’t make for great picture taking when it’s 6 degrees and it’s hard to swallow.
Sore throat or no the wood’s got to be stacked, the dogs walked, and plenty more besides. Blessedly I’ve got a person who cares when I feel bad, and likes it when I eat. Maybe more than one person like that.
It’s been a good month, a big one for reasons I will never write or talk about on the internet because the internet is hideous and inhuman and not worthy of things that actually have meaning, that’s for human voices and pens and paper.
The internet’s for this.
bozo.
I didn’t make any pictures today, mostly I worked and was sick with a sore throat. Doesn’t make for great picture taking when it’s 6 degrees and it’s hard to swallow.
Sore throat or no the wood’s got to be stacked, the dogs walked, and plenty more besides. Blessedly I’ve got a person who cares when I feel bad, and likes it when I eat. Maybe more than one person like that.
It’s been a good month, a big one for reasons I will never write or talk about on the internet because the internet is hideous and inhuman and not worthy of things that actually have meaning, that’s for human voices and pens and paper.
The internet’s for this.
bozo.