Whimsy

Q: What do I write about after 1) writing for 19 days + 1 more straight and then 2) going on vacation for eight days? 

A: Not much.

Q: Have I seen any exotic birds lately?




A: See for yourself. 

Q: Do you know the difference between flamingos seen on a trip to the Denver Zoo last Friday and flamingos seen in the neighborhood on my run this morning?

A: I hope so!




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