To help me to leave all my blues behind
I slept about three hours last night due to the effects of accidental coffee-poisoning, but this afternoon I made an almond torte for Mother's Day and decorated it with the chocolate ducks which ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I picked up last night from Burdick's. I had been waiting months to show them to my mother. She loved them.
Thanks to collecting a 1969 paperback of Sherwood Anderson's Poor White (1920) from one of the little free libraries near my parents' house out of sheer curiosity, I realized that I had never encountered his work on page or screen and instead had him mentally composited from Maxwell Anderson and Robert E. Sherwood.
The coyote that trotted across my path as I walked the neighborhood after dinner was unexpected.
spatch and I picked up last night from Burdick's. I had been waiting months to show them to my mother. She loved them.
Thanks to collecting a 1969 paperback of Sherwood Anderson's Poor White (1920) from one of the little free libraries near my parents' house out of sheer curiosity, I realized that I had never encountered his work on page or screen and instead had him mentally composited from Maxwell Anderson and Robert E. Sherwood.
The coyote that trotted across my path as I walked the neighborhood after dinner was unexpected.
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Hail, coyote!
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I had one at my limit of chocolate. It was blackcurrant inside.
Hail, coyote!
The trickster trotting the bounds.