Month may become dimmest on record (Boston Globe)
Contrary to popular belief, hell is not a landscape of red rock with flames flickering here and there, nor is it other people. If, as some theologians conjecture, hell is the worst thing any particular individual can imagine, I’m fairly sure that June 2009 in New England is my own personal hell.
If you receive no more missives from me, it’s likely because I went insane from lack of vitamin D.
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3 responses to “Welcome to my hell”
You’re BACK! Living in hell, but BACK! Hoorah!
I am indeed! How goes things out in the Great Northwest?
You have a lot of company in Hell..what are we having for dinner tonight???
I am actually considering taking a knitting class this fall. My goal is to make a big long scarf for each of the pugs…My AARP magazine listed it as one of the top things old people can learn to do since you use another part of your brain. I believe all of mine is available right now…
And I thought I had hit the wrong page when I saw the new entries….great to see you again!