I like the impossible vastness of the bath implied there.
Just cobbled together an accessibility ramp for a spider trapped in the bath. It has retreated further into the bath.
The kind of winds that you hear at a slight remove. Somewhere just above, probably the other side of the street. Giant balls of atmosphere rolling.
Weird stray memories from the brain-cooking of a slight head-cold - the primary (nightmare inducing) worry that I had as a child, I’m sure over multiple years, was that I would somehow get my head stuck between railings.
Just stripped the detachable lower-tog layer of my duvet. A couple of weeks with actually-cold weather and my body has started rejecting all human norms for temperature.
That sentence construction immediately makes me think of this: https://mastodon.ie/@oisinmcgann/109399869638841740
It hit a balmy 10°C today and I, genuinely, bought a box of ice lollies.
I am ludicrously late to this, but The Beef And Dairy Network Podcast is an absolute delight.
A compound word for the growing intuition of your own internal physical structure based on the parts that become audible over time.
My first prompt: a crime caper in a kindergarten featuring a proud mother…
So just your bog-standard Muppet Babies / Oceans 11 mashup.
Tiny hail that sounds like sand falling.
One of those days when the ground is brighter than the sky.
MacBook-chassis-causes-pain weather.
Kids in hugely padded hoods playing in a half-inch of snow under a streetlight. You forget the gloriousness of weather as you get older.
Better to be caught in a blizzard than face those two ancient mattresses and whatever might now lurk inside the broken, abandoned freezer.
One just tried to break into my garage in disgust. Didn’t like the look of it. Don’t entirely blame them.
Neighbourhood cats hiding under cars.
Snowfall! And the muffled, distant complaints of birds.
The end of my first week back at work after a three week break and I’ve managed to sleep strenuously enough to hurt my eyes.