Driving home this morning, the verges are full of wild buttercups, which were a bizarre contrast to the hulking, glossy body of a black vulture who had found some tasty bit of roadkill. As a vision of spring, distinctly non-standard, but I was pleased to see it anyway.
Driving home this morning, the verges are full of wild buttercups, which were a bizarre contrast to the hulking, glossy body of a black vulture who had found some tasty bit of roadkill. As a vision of spring, distinctly non-standard, but I was pleased to see it anyway.
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Mammogram Time!
So, since I’ve been doing this more or less out on the internet, might as well finish the process off. Today I had my mammogram! (It would…
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Tumblr Attack!
I got one. For some reason. I don’t know. There’s a gap in my memory and the smell of burnt toast. Anyway, I’ve been posting…
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The Last Trump, With Birds
So I had this dream last night… In between the usual complicated foolishness, I was birdwatching. There was a beach with a strange watery…
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Mammogram Time!
So, since I’ve been doing this more or less out on the internet, might as well finish the process off. Today I had my mammogram! (It would…
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Tumblr Attack!
I got one. For some reason. I don’t know. There’s a gap in my memory and the smell of burnt toast. Anyway, I’ve been posting…
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The Last Trump, With Birds
So I had this dream last night… In between the usual complicated foolishness, I was birdwatching. There was a beach with a strange watery…