Conch sent me straight to horny jail. I’m a simple enby, especially on Beltane.

Something pretty to interrupt the torrent of bleak. Let’s all take a deep breath.

Snow in the Berkeley hills. Cute, but I dearly miss the real stuff.

I don’t really know what a bushberry is, but it’s tasty. Little sweeter than raspberries, and a darker red, though my phone made it a little oranger.