Talking to Rocks. 

Oh, it’s so hot in here. I am glad I am moving soon to the lower regions, of the house.

Today I remembered I have a blog. I had to check twice to make sure I didn’t have some pot plant dying somewhere, or had run out of meat for the vultures. I took my camera, and rations for three days, then I went outside to find some rocks to talk to. I like rocks because they stay still, and listen. I had some trouble today, as they were discussing when I found them. Threw one opinionated one to the river, and made silence. In short, they were unmoved by my sorrows, grave when I joked, stony-faced when I told them my deepest secrets.

I like James Gurney’s blog pretty much. Now, THAT is a blog. He posts everyday. Wow.

I have a little book of quotes, and there is Ovid:

‘Either don’t attempt it, or carry it through to the end.’ So I won’t erase this, but I won’t sweat about it.

The monster above is a doodle in my bujo. I started one two months ago! Wow. It’s so hot in here.

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