Day 115: Basement Dwellers
Weathering the storm(s). [Project 365]
This week the clouds dumped roughly three thousand inches of water onto us over the course of several days, and I was very grateful for a roof over my head. I spent some time in the basement at work as a menacing cell moved through Downtown. The sun is out today. All around us and especially to the south, there are enormous amounts of carnage and destruction. The death toll was still in double digits…
It’s cliché to say my dreams have gotten super insane these past several weeks, but damn if it ain’t so. Last night’s mind movie was of me going to the restroom and noticing a man in a white coat and dark fedora trailing me. Turns out he was an undercover agent of sorts and he tracked me long enough to get a warrant for my arrest (?). When I passed back by some office door…
Incredible game. Take that energy to Texas, boys. [Project 365]
Forgot to take a real picture Sunday. So this crap will have to suffice. And yes, I am totally sucking it in. [Project 365]
Not the best seat in the house, but suspenseful nonetheless. [Project 365]
Dwarf coreopsis, the flower with the name that sounds a lot like something that would be written on a little person’s autopsy report. Also opening up: Dianthus, rose, rose. [Project 365]
I stepped on this remnant from an early pregnancy (so early I didn’t even know) hormone-driven temper tantrum but caught myself before it got too deep. Eeesh. [Project 365]
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