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There's something up, today. Something in the air. I can smell it. My nose isn't as good as it used to be, but it isn't that kind of smell. More instinctive, years of being in situations about to go south giving me a sense for the mood ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder if I check out the damned axe in this place more than the other residents combined. It's always something, it seems, and today's something is getting some wood to make repairs on the cabin ( Read more... )

If I listened to what other people had to say on the subject, I should probably be out smelling flowers. Something maudlin like that. Maybe finishing up a list of things I always wanted to do before I bought the farm.

I'm not.

For one thing, I've lived a hell of a long time. Most of the things people put on those lists I've done. What would I put ( Read more... )

Oh Lord ( Read more... )