The realm of the possible
Twenty years ago, sometime between 1992 and 1994 (which, according to the Internet was the only years it ran), my
Mischief Managed!
It’s been another one of those weeks. I started a long, rambling, stream-of-consciousness post about chronic pain yesterday on my
Spring snowshower
This morning, I woke up to this. I promptly said aloud, “WHAT THE EVER LOVING GOODNESS GRACIOUS IS THAT?” Okay,
Catching up
Well, I certainly had a week. I remember when I first moved out on my own, into my little apartment,