Tomorrow’s going to be another washout, weather wise. Oh well. #netde

Chicken cheesesteak it is.

I wonder what I should eat for dinner.

Photo up: photosaday.weebly.com #photography

It’s time to thank my friends and followers on here. Thanks for sticking with me. I appreciate and value you.

OK. Time to switch gears. I’ve been working on the stats displays for the app. #writing #auteureist #SwiftUI

Happy End of the Middle Ages Day Yes, it’s a thing.

I hate #SwiftUI menus (specifically how they look). They have no tail and are drab. #iPadOS

Everything is on par with the average.

“Be gloomy unto the light for ye shall see what the happy ignore.” #writing #throwawayline

It’s a miserable day, weather wise. It’s a good day to do nothing, except maybe play games and read.

You never know what the card will be until you turn it. #life

“Live up to your density.” #writing #throwawayline

Good morning. Just because it’s raining, doesn’t mean you have to feel sad. The sun is still there behind the clouds. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

Plan for tomorrow: I have no idea.

I figured out the aroma of the #mead. It’s that of a smoky Irish peat fire. I like it, now that I know what it reminds me of.

Sipping some Wandering Woden mead from @brimminghornmeadery Apparently, aged in whiskey barrels. Sweet smokey/bacony flavor, but the aroma is a bit weird. Still quite nice to drink. #mead

The holiday weekend is supposed to be rainy and cool here. I guess I’ll stay indoors and code all weekend. Blergh!

It’s Friday. I deserve a glass of mead.

For all the talk of cicadas. I have yet to hear or see one here.

The only replacement for life is death.

There are always people who care and worry about you. Even the worst of us has friends. #life

“He spoke like he had a few teeth missing, muffled, whistling, and dense, but he knew about pipes.” #writing

“Witches are like a union, but without the fees and health benefits. They aren’t much of a guild. Their sole purpose was to exist and promote witchery in movies. Magdal was only seventeen, but she knew she would be its greatest star. She cackled certain of her future.” #writing #throwawayline

“She cackled like a witch unsure of her power, loud and racuous. She didn’t fit in, not even among witches.” #writing