Traffic

Having to wait in your car during rush hour while 3 separate police cars charge through the square with sirens going is no reason to try to make up time by ignoring red lights and trying to run bloggers down on crosswalks. But people do it. I mean, after all, what’s one blogger, more or less, in the world, lemme ask ya?

Had swilled lovely cocoa at Lookout Joe’s after having lunch at the Cincinnati Nature Center where I’m going onto the board of trustees. I can tell a pileated woodpecker from a hole in the ground, and am peaceable during meetings. That’s my qualifications. I’ve heard of worse. I can even tell a hole in the ground from, say, Rush Limbaugh.

Getting through the last chapters of the Book of Daniel, when he’s getting all prophetic about the end of days and such. Usually, “Revelation” type stuff creeps me out, but I think it’s time I got over this, and besides, it’s just a few pages long. The last book I allowed to creep me out was Ariel, and it was a good many years ago.