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Effent. We got Ray a Halloween costume last night–an elephant. Adorable.

Heh. Ray’s watching Scooby-Doo. I walked into the kitchen and heard: “Jinkies!”

Aha. I realized that as complicated as the setup of the novel is, someone else has pulled something like it off before: The Neverending Story. The Empress is dying, and unless something is done, existence will stop. –That’s not the focus of the story, but I think it’ll help me feeling so lost when it

Jelly. You know what I want? Chokecherry jelly. Dark and tannic and sweet, like a wine that speaks of the open prairie, the hot sun, the shade of the elm trees under which the brambles grow, instead of some stupid vinyard in California.

I wonder what this portends. My horoscope for the week, via Rob Brezney in the Indy: Taurus: During my recent visit to the Burning Man festival, I faced a dicey dilemma: what to do with my eyes as I talked with the many women who wore no clothes above the waist? At first I steadfastly

Love. Today is our five-year anniversary. Pretty amazing. Of course, we joked: “What’s five years?” “Wood.” “Heh. I got your wood.” “I would if I could.” “I wonder why we don’t get enough wood.” We both looked at Ray. She grinned.

Excellent. There’s a good story online at The Third Alternative by Martin Simpson: Last Rites and Resurrections. Brief, maybe five minutes’ reading time.

Heh. Do not click here. Especially if you’re a guy.

Okay. You may not see much here for a while; I’m going to be working on putting together a website of my dang-fangled programming own. So any advice is welcome…. It won’t be pretty. I think I can promise that much. But at least it won’t be on Blogger.

No news is good news, right? Sorry. I haven’t been gone, just…well. You know. I’m finally feeling better about Jonathan. I still tear up whenever I let my self think about him, but I’m balancing out the feeling that the world has changed into something I don’t like anymore. I don’t sit and dwell. I