Somewhere between being awake at an irresponsibility late hour somehow socially acceptable time, finding myself in the Vanta black of the wilderness to watch the showers. Maybe cry for awhile as I marvel at both the wonder and nightmare this world is.

RIP Ozzy. Don’t have the words to say what you’ve meant to me.

I’d say Jack’s first foray into the world of catnip experimentation went swimmingly.

How long until spring?