Lux Aeterna
Beams alight from broken sky Hallowed ether to the ground A vacant plot of reclaimed land A moment’s pause it doth demand Breaking free from worlds on high To pierce the gloom without a sound. I hate winter. –Simon
Because the thought occurred now and it might be gone tomorrow
Beams alight from broken sky Hallowed ether to the ground A vacant plot of reclaimed land A moment’s pause it doth demand Breaking free from worlds on high To pierce the gloom without a sound. I hate winter. –Simon
Following the laminate project, a critical area of the floor remained yet to be addressed: the foyer. Until now, it was also laminate–part of the original install (or, the latest install by the former owner), but hadn’t been extended beyond the immediate entryway, the rest being the original carpet which had been removed in aforementioned …
Carpet–I know not whence this diabolical invention first saw universal fruition, but I rue that day. The Internet was of little help, spouting the usual assortment of trendy anti-(insert whatever’s popular here) sentiments. And I, one of these confrontational assholes, would agree. I hate it, and whoever invented it should spend eternity in a vat …
Dogs can be clever when the need arises, though certainly some exhibit this more than others. Whippets are not winter dogs. Their short hair and predilection for cuddling conditions them for warm and comfortable environments, and the bitter cold of February simply does not meet these requirements. In the past, the whippets have simply burrowed …
February is approaching, which means I’m not doing much of interest right now, which means there isn’t much to write about, which means I’m going to do some rambling. Yep, it’s one of those posts. And as I trudge through the bleakness in my MUCK boots (which are awesome, by the way), I ponder the …