…they taste terrible, but they’re fun to cook
Today will be a day of hard work for My Sweet Little Indian Runner Duck Of Love and I. It is finally time to chop up and move the huge amounts of plant matter I have piled up over the spring/summer. Oh yes, kiddies, there will be aching muscles, Ibuprofen and take out food here at Castle Cross tonight.
Had a screwy dream last night. It was mostly about some Lovecraftian cult and their attempts to transform cult members into what looked like a cross between Deep Ones and horned lizards. I was killing them as fast as they could make ’em and my friend Spike was there supplying me with ever more deadly firearms. It was a nice change of pace dream, since most of my recent dreams have tended to be about travelling thru unpleasant locales.
And now I’m off to shower, eat brekky and work until I drop.
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