Somewhere in-between, I beat the heck out of an Epiphone Hummingbird, posted a new chapter of Wrath’s Lament, and ventured further into Alien Isolation.

I truly appreciate anyone who took a part in that. Thank you for coming along for the ride.

Who knows what tomorrow brings?

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As for now, it’s a warm afternoon for porch-swingin’, but I’ll manage. I think I hear some distant thunder, and that always excites me. If Heaven is a real place, then it’s always raining.

The sounds of sirens and power tools brought me back to the here and now. Thanks, Dallas. You just couldn’t let me have that thought, could you?

Also, we have a roommate. It’s a huge jumping spider we’ve named Hunter Spiden. Because he lives for the bugs in the cracks. Or corners. I’m sure you get it.

He’s taken up residency behind our canvas painting of Disney’s Haunted Mansion. Nothing special, just a Spirit Halloween reprint, but it’s beautiful. Now it has its 1000th soul…