51.52 (henry david thoreau)
51.52 (the wasteland and other poems, t.s. eliot)
50.52 That’s how it feels today, anyway. Bah. Too much to do. I hate this picture. Canon is going, going …
49.52 (moonraker, ian fleming)
i’ve had three separate migraines this week, and am working up a fourth. i’d cry, but that’d just make it worse.
49.52 (william gibson)
we’ve been out adventuring, so – another gap.
two week hiatus on account of Miss W’s grand adventures out of town, and i didn’t want us to get out of sync. we’ll be off again on a collective adventure, so you’ll just have to wait. assuming you’ll miss us at all. wink. smile. other appropriate emoticons. what have you. etc.