Founding Fathers.

Barack Obama is inaugurated as the 44th President of the United States.

Oh man. Am I the only one who missed the significance of that number?

"Except little Nan who sits in a pan..."

"...weaving gold laces as fast as she can."

Been a bit dazzled lately by the upstairs workroom. Lots of glittering glass and ice and two brave windows with their eyes on the sunrise have had me experiencing something close to solar shock. Right now I've been going through the brown-grey motions, but the mole-ishness is overdue for a fade.

Oh, and I've met our first guest. A ladybug. Apparently good luck if you find one in the house during winter. Her name's Regina--so tip your hat if you catch her in her curtains.

Packed and ready.

Too many peeks in the wrong animal's mouth and I've forgotten how many blind men it takes to ignore what's in the middle of the room.

Powers beyond reason.

I was watching Laurence Olivier's 1948 version of Hamlet (rent it) the other night, when this suddenly occurred to me:





Hubba hubba.

Fightin' for survival.

Wresting the scepter from the Dancing Rasta across the street and taking my rightful place as King Crazy.

A terrible spat.

The Duel. By Eugene Field.

cool.

Forty minutes and one fridge shy of really loving this place.