Greetings from Washington, where the cherry trees are in full blossom.
What season is it? Tuesday it was in the fifties and windy as the tundra. Tomorrow it's going to crack eighty. Who the heck knows anymore.
I have no poems or fools for you today, but the
Vowel Outage made me laugh this morning. ETA: Also
this from the Archive of Our Own team -- a tool I think all writers would appreciate.
Hitching a ride to Nowheresville, Jersey tomorrow in my new
polka-dot dress -- catch you on the other side of the weekend....