The Daily Decant

I had a terrible dream this morning, the type from which and for which there is no comfort. It was terrible in the ancient sense, as in ...

So I am tooling along Tramway Road this evening. And why was it, I have to wonder, that it took me so long to start using this path to and f...

There are some plants I pay attention to along my daily commute route. (I tend to focus on natural things along the way, in denial of the ma...

There's an old saying to the effect that "The devil's in the details". Wrong. The details are glorious . All the myriad bi...

I am looking forward to swooning, soon. This might seem a strange thing -- to hear a large hairy straight male speaking of "swooning...

Oh my aching credulity ...

The new year commenced with a bang. Many, many bangs, thanks to my neighbors. If one has witnessed something annually for more than 20 years...