In Which I Once Again Speak of Boring Things

The sun is shining on Minnesota. It sends beams of light and warmth from the depths of space on a quest to light our way and warm our faces, those beams are filtered through the atmosphere, through clouds that cast such a heavenly glow to the skies above and through leaves ever green that danceContinue reading “In Which I Once Again Speak of Boring Things”

Yet Another Brief Post Centered Primarily Around A Video

Quickly and then sleep. My copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman has finally arrived. I have not yet started reading it, as I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop once I do. Temptation will win out soon enough (most likely when I wake up later). — IfContinue reading “Yet Another Brief Post Centered Primarily Around A Video”