How Not To Bear Tidings
Jul25
Huh, had a little problem logging into WordPress to post for Friday. When I still couldn’t do it today, I got suspicious. Anyway, here it is now. Sorry, everyone.
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Autumn 1911
371 comics.
Panic is not the finest sharpener of the intellect. Winston should have figured that out hours ago.
Erm… don’t have much to say today. Except writing this in the midst of the grim drought of Southern California there must be some wish fulfillment going on, or a lame attempt at sympathetic magic.
There, I fixed the physics on the gazebo. Perfectly safe now! Happy birthday to my darling wife Renee! Thanks so much for supporting my Lovecraft habit.
