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No good will come of it
Jan. 21st, 2006 09:46 amT'ain't natural. The weather, that is. Last few days, our overnight lows have been above the average highs for the date. All the meadow voles and other "nature's twinkies" out in the wild wander exposed to the talons and fangs of voracious predation, the intricate network of sub-snow tunnels melted to nothingness.
Maybe this thaw and flood will throw off the blackfly life-cycle? Hope springs eternal.
Along the lines of "a triumph of hope over experience," I shall print off chapter X today, slogging along. Fat wizard hiked back to his apartment, checking out shadows and alleys for any hostiles, and found the delightful aroma of simmering lentils and sausage leading him to his door. Girlfriend is back, gotten over her mad, and knows that is one of his favorite dishes. This, too, shall pass away...
Maybe tomorrow he'll ask her to take him birdwatching. He has use for a few sets of avian eyes, and I think his city may hide a peregrine or two terrorising the pigeons.
Maybe this thaw and flood will throw off the blackfly life-cycle? Hope springs eternal.
Along the lines of "a triumph of hope over experience," I shall print off chapter X today, slogging along. Fat wizard hiked back to his apartment, checking out shadows and alleys for any hostiles, and found the delightful aroma of simmering lentils and sausage leading him to his door. Girlfriend is back, gotten over her mad, and knows that is one of his favorite dishes. This, too, shall pass away...
Maybe tomorrow he'll ask her to take him birdwatching. He has use for a few sets of avian eyes, and I think his city may hide a peregrine or two terrorising the pigeons.
