Showing posts from February, 2021

In which this story told itself and insisted that I write it down

In which the world has lost a sweet one, and we remember the good times

In which we cope with the weather, plant things, and have faith in the future

In which we do a very happy dance and hope for more sore arms soon

In which the metaphor about "bad apples" applies to other stuff

In which plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose, or: "the more things change..."