I’m going to be honest with y’all because I firmly believe in honesty in media, full disclosure, the whole kit and kaboodle. The only walk I took today was from my front door and across the street to get the mail (and back again) and the only photo I took was from inside our kitchen looking out the window (see below). The photo should pretty much explain everything. Remember the Face that Launched a Thousand Ships? This shall be known as the Photo which Expressed a Thousand Words. Why a thousand? Because I’m just that wordy, people. If I had an editor, he or she would have to come from very strong stock and have an entire drawer full of red pens for striking out extraneous stuff. Too bad for you that I don’t have an editor. I’ll tell you who else needed an editor: VICTOR HUGO. Have you ever tried to read Les Miserables? Spare yourselves and get the condensed and abridged version –never thought I’d say that about any book. Oh, he HAD an editor, you say? Nonsense. No self-respecting editor would have allowed the tedious and extraneous narrative with which Hugo burdened us. I’ll bet he was paid by the word. Do I sound bitter? Let me just say this in my defense: the sewer systems of Paris. Those of you who have read the book know exactly what I’m talking about. And that’s just one example out of many. Continuing on with honesty in journalism, I’m not even going to give the usual disclaimer of “But I digress…”. I am NOT digressing – everything I’ve said is completely on point. And the point is this: (….embarrassing silence as I realize the pointlessness of this whole blog post…). Sigh…
Oh dear, maybe all this self-quarantining and social distancing is starting to get to me.
Tomorrow will be better. I’m going to tackle the fascinating mystery of molting.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning. If I don’t go insane first.
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