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Missing Left Sock Beast
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Coyote Musings
Coyote handsome
his coat the same brown
as the dust from which he rises


What is the sound of one hand slapping Schroedinger's cat?


The Quantum Duck goes "quark, quark."

September 2010
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Missing Left Sock Beast [userpic]

The sun shone for just about half an hour today, but it's been raining pretty steadily. The snow has finally melted off the ground, and they're predicting a couple of warm days over the weekend, so nothing should be too icy.

I've been comfortable at work all day, not in the least stressed out, and Tika (you remember Tika, she's my empathic Ibizan mongrel) has spent the last hour and a half asleep at my feet, snoring. Before that, we went out for a walk in the rain; it was just warm enough to feel wonderful. Of course, the whole office currently reeks of lavendar (that being the scent of this particular wet dog. Mom and Dad's dog smells like rosemary when she gets wet).

Tomorrow we'll get up for our usual walk down by the river side, and then we're off to visit artslave by teleportal. If we have enough time this weekend, we'd like to see wyvernwell and scendan, but with the semi-annual Shakespeare Monologue Finals going on in the Bay Area this weekend I worry that there will be too much 'portal traffic. I understand that the oratician from Philadelphia is spectacular this year; evidently, he's got one of those voices that makes a reading of the phone book interesting.

Ah, well. Back to work.