Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?

[sovay]

At this point if I have a circadian rhythm it seems to be measured in days, but last night after two doctor's appointments and an evening of virtual seminars through the euphemistically designated career center, I fell over for something like a cumulative thirteen hours and still got through this afternoon's calendar of calling more doctors and the next stage of the career center in time to run out into a cold pastel sunset out of which the occasional flake of snow drifted with insulting singularity. I am delighted by the rediscovery of silent Holmes and also by my camera's cooperation when trying again for the beautiful fungi I had spotted on an earlier walk, clustered on the stump of what used to be a sidewalk tree and has now pivoted to Richard Dadd. I dreamed intensely and have no idea what Alex Horne was doing in there.

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[radiantfracture]

he euphemistically designated career center

Oh ffs

the beautiful fungi

They look like cat's paws in the photo! Is that frost?

[sovay]

They look like cat's paws in the photo! Is that frost?

It's the furred cap of the fungus itself! I love the idea of them as flexing little paws. At the very bottom of the stump, there was a little ice in grains.

[radiantfracture]

It's the furred cap of the fungus itself!

I was hoping you would say so! What a lovely creature. The only fungi of note I have seen in my neighbourhood are these cream-coloured domes on the plum and cherry trees. They look like velvet, though they are not fuzzy to touch.