If you're not, you know, they probably won't mind, but it's more like being alive

spatch said I should record my reaction to this watermelon-lime-flavored alkaline water: "It tastes like something awful happened to a martini on the way to the forum." Before I crash at the end of this day, have some links.

1. March 26th has been declared Leonard Nimoy Day in Boston. I wish we could walk to the West End.

2. On preserving the maritime vernacular of the west coast of Ireland: "To Speak of the Sea in Irish." Hounds of the storm. White flowers on the fisherman's garden. The question for the ghost.

3. A poem I missed until now: Jackson Jesse Nash, "Call Me Boy on Saturdays."

I was killed seven times, but it did me no ill

Happy equinox! It has been a year for losing track of time, but it's not just springlike now, it's spring. Please enjoy this photo taken yesterday by choco_frosh on our unplanned adventures: I'd had no idea there even was a Boston Paper Board Corporation, but it delights me that there is. Autolycus has eaten two meals and a snack since last night and is basking in the sun on the back of the couch as we speak.