Cold. Cold. Then hot. The virus from hell took one to the jaw yesterday and I escaped the domicile for the first time in way too long with gun, mutt, wife, and good friend. Impossible to pass this up. Cold, bright, dusty snow, shivering dogs, numb fingers. Crops long down. Cover at a premium. Roosters …
End of the world?
Angus and his pheasant, an instant before the collision "Next morning I got up and it did not." -- Philip Larkin, "The Mower" Well, just in case we're all toast tomorrow I thought I'd make a shout out to express some thanks. No Chinese Doomsday escape pods here, just a few images and words about …