It was not just the whiteness of the whale's skin but what was written on it

My ass would say hello as well but it's waiting for the next frickin' foot of snow.


The cabin fever has almost passed; not completely – there are shards of me still grinning maniacally and reflecting moonlight – but the worst is over. Tomorrow promises more sun and no snow, the wee ones a full day in school, my love and I a day in Durango. Just in time, is all I have to say, the three-some feet of snow we had (and the resulting 20-hour power outage), the four days stranded inside and the eight of us wondering when the Donner Party would commence was enough to send even the most stable of us careering downhill aimed quite deliberately at the sturdiest pine. The White Noise was consuming bone and nail and thank the Gods for small favors that we’re not eating our shoes, or something.


Scarlett waves beneath her blanket because she's Image 0420, a ha, ha ha, ha ha, ah hell, hmmmm, whatever...

So yeah, I’m back here and all that, you know - THAT. Except I have 4 other people to write about now and the whole "Patriside" joke seems, well, a bit stale. The times they are indeed a'changin' or at least a wap-bap-a-loop-bap-a damn sight different. If anyone has an idea for a new blog title, by all means, give it up, I could use something besides a good smoke, don't ya' know.


And like any good smoke, save a ton for later.

So, aside from computer problems and, mainly, the logitics of moving myself and my kids here, the sky had to dump itself all over the place, massively, just to mess up my thing, this thing, why you're here reading and all that.


A whole heap o' reasons


It's all good?


Yes, all good...


To the ends of the Earth,


Through the labyrinth.