Bad man, bad thoughts. You know me, you know the drill.

You've seen me around pets, you may have heard me refer to "passing the smell test": a pet approaches me, sniffs me, and decides that I'm most likely a nice person who'll pet and scratch them, and I'll oblige 'cause I like pets.

This afternoon, a dog ran to me at the park near my place and gently licked my hand, and as the two women looking after that dog walked near me so that the dog would rejoin them I said "All right, I passed the lick test!"

I shut up before I got weird looks.

Slow.

I’ve been a slow reader. Slow this month, I mean. In November, I finished one book. One. And finished it tonight. I’ve had slower. At least one…
A food-y Out-Of-Context Theater.

“A true charcuterie would be one where you then *eat the board*.” I hope your Thanksgiving’s been good!
Thirty-six years ago, I summer-camped, more happily

Now to backtrack to the better experience… Summer 1986, Northern Virginia, after finishing sixth grade (at my fifth elementary school) and before…

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Bad man, bad thoughts. You know me, you know the drill.

Slow.

A food-y Out-Of-Context Theater.

Thirty-six years ago, I summer-camped, more happily

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