January 31st is generally not ideal weather, but today was exceptional. I woke to birdsong and sunshine gleaming on the snow. One of the oak trees appeared to be sporting a fur muff, but it was a black squirrel splayed on the trunk, sunning itself. Continue reading
I have a recurring dream. In it, I awake on the day of final exams. It’s noon. The tests took place in the morning, so I arrive to the Young Human Factory just in time for my boss to fire me. Or a grade-school teacher to scold me. Or an empty-eyed stranger (never seen outside nightmares) to swivel his ghastly grinning face towards me.