The First Snow – December 9, 2024
The first snow always comes on a Sunday. Frank says it’s a coincidence, but I know better.
The first snow always comes on a Sunday. Frank says it’s a coincidence, but I know better.
“Hydroponic Bay 4, final inventory,” I say into my tablet, trying to keep my voice professional.
The thing is mostly teeth and decay, half-swallowed by vines.
The ducks are swimming in perfect hexagons tonight, which is never a good sign.
November 2024 included a trip to Las Vegas and lots of other things. Now, I’m setting goals for December!
Images that just didn’t make the cut in November 2024.
The castle maintenance budget is a joke. Literally.
The barista’s thoughts are fuchsia today, all spiky and caffeinated. They stab into my temples like tiny disco lights.