All bite no bark
It's snowing here and I wake up sleepy and unreasonably resentful. There's a compact pit in my stomach that I used to confuse with too much bottle but now that I don't drink I see it is from wakefulness in the smalls of the night. Last night I magically pulled a mean poker game out of a hat and then quit it out. Some things I am having a hard time placing in the same world as wind chimes and that precious long lost broke-wing bluejay Seymour.