could be seeing what Squonk is up too; instead, its a night of tomato sauce making. I think I choose well.
a pile of fresh local-farm carrots at home. And perhaps tonight will make cake of them.
amazed has how little can be done when the network throws a rod
wrenched a forefinger, typing is annoying, oh hey baseball game, embracing the couchish thud of a night very much off
Oakland, you are a strange place.
it is a soft evening. A good night for toast
finished moving into the new office; I have no window now. This is unfortunate.