The media larp is done, the game to find real truth in the truth movement has been annoyingly real. I now remember why i did not wish to know the details of the miasma as it swirls around and about, creating vortexes within thyme. Results will be tablated and posted shortly.
As an empath, i cannot simply turn off an emotional connection at a switch. The angry young man in me learns from the happy old coot how not to be a grumpy old fuddy-duddy. I said the secret word and got nailed by a flying duck. Not at all what it's quacked up to be.
That being said, izzy the wonderdog turned me into a happy camper. The garden is wetted, the bean plants have no tops. Somebody been grazing, which i guess is par for the course when you live with nature. If i miss anyone online, it is because offline beckons for the summer season.
Namaste' ...
