For some reason my squirrel brain is very unhappy with me pantsing my most recent book, so I’m going to take a day to sculpt some straws into a load-bearing object. We shall see.

Mike invited me out for a lamb dinner and I of course said YES PLEASE ME HONGRY.

Every once in a while I flash on Alex laughing while I sang him a song. MEMORIES can be very beautiful things, rather than the scabbed set of assholes usually besetting me.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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