The dog asked me to take her to the park last night. It was cold. It was dark. It was late at night. I did not want to run the dog; I didn’t! She had that face on, though. If you’ve ever loved a dog, you know the face I’m talking about….
No word of a lie – I keep expecting to see Trick-or-Treaters outside. It’s F-ing cold. I can deal quite gracefully with warm weather in January, but when you start messing with a Northerner’s perception of “summer”, well… now you know why Canadians drink. Random Song-for-the-Day: “Ordinary World” – Duran Duran
So the other night, in the middle of one of The Evil Hypnotist’s dark, white nights, which, incidentally, turned into one of my own, I sat straight up in what passes for my bed, recalling that earlier that day I’d discovered a load of laundry from God knows how long ago, still sitting in the […]