There’s never any knowing—(how am I to put it?)—which of our actions, which of our idlenesses won’t have things hanging on it for ever.
—E.M. Forster, Where Angels Fear to Tread
The Cybils Are Announced
“…the sun and the sifting shadows…”
Née Draft #240
Today is the Feast of St. Patrick
Hooray for Henry and Mudge