62ºF, sun: welcome for it is day three of this particular cycle of my back my back my fucking back... note to self in WIP(s): "What does this want? Listen and stay out of its way"... an index card above the monitor: PROGRESS NOT PERFECTION... school year begins in full for K, this being day one with 75 new progeny of the teeming micropolitan masses, The Morkie being suitably morose – there will be protest floor urination (from The Morkie, not the progeny, though at this point in the anthropocene who knows), I'm certain of it... clearly what the world needs now are snakes with robotic legs - evolution happened for a reason, cue Jeff Goldblum (yawning and stepping forth from that killer transition in THE LOST WORLD)... PS on WESTWORLD review: Hale's human chair was the best thing all season and potentially in the whole series; dismayed that I've been unable to find a screencap for that one... ten years since Ecce Homo’s restoration - though if you've played HITMAN 3, you know it's actually in an underground rave club outside of Berlin... the DUCKTALES theme song is stuck in my head and now it's stuck in yours: this is my gift to you... the day awaits.