I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Monday, December 26, 2016

The two hundred and seventieth story

How to make Sadness:
Recipes by kest
Make a fresh pot of nice hot earl grey.
Give it time to brew properly.
Pour it into a thermos wo you'll have hot tea for the drive
Leave thermos on the counter
Discover that it missing when you've already driven halfhour down the road.
Think about how good that tea would taste.
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