Can you believe it’s nearly National Handwriting Day again?
Sky overhead is pretty clear, but there are heavy clouds off to the east, so there’s no pinkiness to the dawn sky. Just dark grey and pale bluish-grey.
After a rough patch in mid-November I’m doing okay with the cold—well, preternatural warmth—and dark.
The Republican Party has not “made a pact with the devil.” They have become devil understudies, dressed up in devil drag, and are standing in the wings hoping to be picked as next devil.
Great Harvest Challah bread, which Jackie got a loaf of as her contribution to food for workers at the Spinners and Weavers Guild Show and Sale, but which didn’t all get eaten, turns out to make outstanding garlic bread. Who knew?
I need to improve my drawing skills enough to draw a recognizable raccoon and opossum. I will then do a series of comics in which brave opossums hold off the raccoon threat, with the help of an occasional hedgehog, sloth, and slug.
Edited to add: And a box turtle. Box turtles are also on the side of right and good.
Just had a completely unnecessary wasp or hornet land on me and spend half a minute grooming herself.
I installed a plugin to support Micropub, and am trying out OwnYourGram, a tool that pushes your Instagram photos to your own site. This is how/why images are showing up retroactive to the date they were taken.
I want a non-euclidian refrigerator, where everything can be at the front.
Cocktail hour and trying to figure out plural of Manhatten: Manshatten? Menhatten? Manshattens? Finally realized it must be Manhatten dem.