I’ll be in Garden on January 6th, a Tuesday I believe. To those of you who that matters to: prepare yourselves.
I had this dream where I was running a puppy breeding farm, but it wasn’t like those shitty puppy mills that you see on the news. Each puppy had its own area and a person to keep care of it till it got a home. The weird thing was that the puppies had the power of speech, but only talked about the kinds of things dogs would be interested in. In pretty short order I realised that dogs can’t speak for a reason.
Let’s see… This page appears on New Year’s Eve, so happy new year when that happens. Thanks for sticking with me last year, and I hope you enjoy what goes on around here this year.