Notes of Geisel?

Where in the hell has this blasted year gone?

Has the whole damned thing been for naught?

Yesterday was March, and soon it’s November,

With gunpowder, treason, and plot.

But nothing changes, out here, very much.

The cows, they room, and they poop.

The grass, it was green, not too long ago.

And something else that rhymes with poop.

I’ve recovered from Covid; it wasn’t much fun.

I spent lots of days in the bed.

I didn’t get fever, or coughing, or seizures.

Just a lot of haze in my head.

You wonder a little, when you stare at the wall;

If delirium finally kicks in,

The thoughts that roll ‘round, inside of your head,

“Is that a unicorn, or a d’jinn?”

Or neither of those, ‘cause your fever is breaking.

The one you did not have before.

This fucker, it got you, just like everyone else,

So hang a red drape on the door.

It wasn’t so horrid, you casually think.

Your circumstance didn’t bring you quite to the brink.

But for the rest of the folks, your heart solemnly sinks.

“Just wear your damn masks, you big bunch of dinks.”

So with only two days in the month left to go,

You ever-so-effortlessly, casually show,

Your dear lovely Patrons that you certainly know,

That their patience is valued, so, hey, here we go —

In the next 24 hours, I’m just gonna drop a bunch of random pictures and some vids. I hope you don’t mind if there’s no text, some text, or all the text. Or, if any of it makes any sense!

Also, and this is a promise, because if I put it here, I have to carry through with it… Chapters 8, 9, and 10, of Girl in the High Tower are already done. (9 is where the fuuun starts! 😜) But this transition chapter 7 has been giving me an absolute conniption. It shall be done tomorrow! So it has been ordained!

Seriously, thank you all for being patient, despite my lack of putting anything out there recently. To be completely honest, this whole last half of the month has been a crazy blur. Novel coronaviruses suck! But I have been going easy on myself, and I can certainly say that I am back to 100%. (99%? Best % any of us can hope for?)

Hey, how about you guys? I really hope it hasn’t bitten you too bad. You’re a small, utterly chill collective of interesting fucking chaps, all unified around a flighty girl with big boobies. That makes us a club, and as the proprietor of that club, I care about your well-being.

I know this has, for all of you, in your own unique ways, been... weird. So I won’t say, “Stay safe, ok?” Instead... it’s like that last line in “The Martian.”

Just keep doing one thing at a time, and if you do enough of them, you get to go home.