It’s a day. It’s already been a day. And a week. A month. A year. I know several folks who are definitely nonplussed by 2020.
It’s that day, and here you are, and here I am. And I have more fiction! Yay, fiction! I’ve been focusing on consistency of production,
I can tell you I sure haven’t. Last weekend was LTUE, which was wonderful. I highly recommend it for those in the general hemisphere. This
A week has gone by. A full, full week. A week in which Dave got to be Dave much more than Daddy. It was weird,
Tuesday looms dark against the steel-gray skyline, overtopping the muted green of the trees. I cannot tell if its silent footfalls shake evergreens, or if
The tired hasn’t worn off any. The weekend was almost entirely without rest. The Wee Horde took the snowy lands by storm. They’ll likely not