Strokes of Genius: Thursday, 2/3
Cally was alone in the shop today, Nana having been bribed to remain in the dorms with a combination of fried pork rinds and a conveniently-placed pile of clean laundry to flop onto. Now that she was perched behind the counter flipping through Groundhogs: Woodchucks, Marmots, and Whistle Pigs (Wild World of Animals) , though, she wondered if she'd made a mistake there.
The company, even if it consisted only of snuffling, soulful requests for more pieces of crispy pig, and a few wheezy sighs, would have been a welcome distraction from brooding herself into a headache thinking about telepathic ethics and how to protect oneself from the lack thereof.
Strokes of Genius was open, if overly thoughtful today.
The company, even if it consisted only of snuffling, soulful requests for more pieces of crispy pig, and a few wheezy sighs, would have been a welcome distraction from brooding herself into a headache thinking about telepathic ethics and how to protect oneself from the lack thereof.
Strokes of Genius was open, if overly thoughtful today.