I don't want to hear about it. I'll post a "what's been going on, there, hoss?" type entry in the next day or so. The short version of events is that over the last couple of months of the semester, in the mindblowing crossover team-up that nobody predicted, James Baldwin and Geoffey Chaucer combined their unworldly talents in order to kick my ass.
To make up for it, I have these goodies. Those of you in the science fiction world (or, possibly, in the billiards fiction world) might have a greater appreciation for these snaps than some other folks. Emma the Dog Girl and I discovered these two bits of local color on our afternoon walk yesterday.
First, it's possible that the people who've opened up this new pet grooming salon might get some calls they don't expect.
And here's something that's a little bit spooky and a whole lot interesting, spotted among the castoffs in the back of a stonecutter's shop.
Tevis is, in fact, buried one county over from here. A possible explanation is that the birth year on the stone (obscured by a leaf in this picture, but it's carved as 1927) doesn't agree with the birth year of 1928 I've seen elsewhere.