where it's all going ~

to hell in a handbasket is the answer i am tempted to proffer.

it's noon on sunday and i've gotten not a whole lot done this weekend (per usual). and how did lent creep up on us so suddenly? i must've missed a memo. or a mass. or two (geh).

anyway, won't sulk about that. i still believe in miracles.

i'm off to do some writing.

meanwhile, in world news, birds have begun devolving back into dinosaurs.



now i have to have a four-legged duck in a story somewhere. naturally.