Monday, March 7

It's Fruitcake Weather.


A quick heads-up for you. I'm working on a few new essays, but my city's currently at war and my job (and perhaps yours) is on the line, so I'm prioritizing accordingly for the time being. The Missus and I have boarded up our windows, and have been seeking shelter in our basement since mid-February. Most of the canned peaches are gone, and we've eaten two of our three cats. We're very cold.

Darkness. Imprisoning me. All that I see. Absolute horror.

Long story short, I'm working on it, so hang in there. I promise that Madison and I will hang in there, too. Sound off in the comments section and enjoy your day.