Well, so I had a nightmare. I have lots of bad dreams, no worries. But this one involved death by scraps. You know, they rampage throughout the house and snuff folks out by asphyxiation or just by sheer weight knocking one over onto other piles of cotton. It’d be a colorful way to go, for sure, but maybe there’s a preemptive strike to consider?
This has been a mighty satisfying break from much more serious pursuits. And we’ll see how long I can keep up the good fight.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love logging?