Sunday Bag o’ Dyslexic Orange Wreckage
My dyslexia is not the normal kind.
It’s a Birthday!
Our oldest dachshund, Mister B, turned 15 today.
What We Talk About When We’re Talking About the Weather
Hoping for rain in this part of the country is always one of those be-careful-what-you-wish-for deals.
The Singular They … Again
I think in the future we’ll look back on this era of pronoun experimentation with embarrassment.
I Am Become … Oh, Shut Up Already (Updated)
Bitch all you want about Boomers, we do try to stay up with the times.
Tuesday Bag o’ This & That (Updated)
Hola, amigos! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a bag’s worth o’ miscellany.
Seven Notes & Three Chords
Aldean’s music is the music of resentment. There’s just the one clef, with seven notes & three chords.
Climate MIgration
Our son Gregory suggested we climb up out of the heat for a couple of days. We took him up on it.