Plus a consonant. And a margarita.

My brain is jumbled and uncooperative these days which is just the sort of thing you’re looking for in a writer. “How was the thing Saturday?” Well it was a fair amount of happenings besides the rain came down and we can’t forget to SQUIRREL.

That. My brain’s like that.

I really can’t think of a worse time to come unspun than mid December. It comes with a pervasive sense of imminent failure and a healthy smattering of sleep disturbance.

Good times.