Because I Can’t Use Vine Properly
While trying to wait out the rain in my car, a lovely thing happened. I hope your weekends are off to equally pleasant starts.
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InterRambling: Back in Town
At roughly 12:43 PM Eastern Standard Time, I arrived back in the U.S. I’ve been getting up to play with my dog almost every hour on the hour, so I’m happy as a really happy thing right now, if a bit covered in hair and slime as I type. Sorry, Steve. It’ll be a busy […]
Spring Fever
I know that “spring fever” has several meanings, but it has always been in my mind that this means that flowers and sunshine make everyone and everything want to do it. That’s what WikiPedia lists first, so I’m going to call that a win for me and move on. Depending on the hemisphere you’re in, […]
Things I Tell My Pillow 