Any day whose morning begins with lamenting that days must be so long threatens to be a cold one, whether or not it’s physically so. Will a cheap bar breakfast help, despite the walk in the rain? Or will it be another day muffled by that interior chill.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.