I considered walking from the Max stop to work; it’s just a dozen blocks, and snow was falling sort of slant-wise, and I like walking in snow. But…I’d have to cross the Hawthorne bridge, and the slant-wiseness of the snow told me that there would be wind, and my hat would very likely be blown off. “Mebbe,” I muttered to myself, “mebbe blown off into de treffik, mebbe into de river. Und eny plen vere hyu lose your het is a bed plen.” So I took the bus, instead.
I love the inside of my head. Jägermonsters live there.
In other news, I am so utterly pleased with how easy, organized, and modular my plotting has been that I just spent money buying Flying Logic Pro Version, at the very generous discount available to anyone, good until the 20th. You should buy a copy, too!
…I don’t know that I’ve ever been this enthusiastic over a commodity that wasn’t a book.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry