it is that time of year, with whether, & fear for those at sea, the radio plays for me.
slightly interesting. all plans cease, while other ideas come on board. yet think hard, while all is safe and cosy here, others sleep in mud.
can be muzzy things, caused by a sincere lack of liquidation, or a symptom of another particle.
substance is taken, ibuprofen, after hunting the bags, the old bathroom cupboard, which is tidy now. tea then, and typing, ensuring the jaw …
darker days, the petrified forest.