My dog always wants to eat my TARDIS blanket. And I can’t find my sonic screwdriver.
What do I do?
Read, friends. Read:
Don’t you hate it when someone calls you from a survey group with a deceptively non-partisan name like “National Research,” convinces you they really do need your opinion because you’re not a retired grandparent like most of their respondents, and then asks you a bunch of rather biased questions?
I was opening Evernote to jot down today’s title prompt when I discovered I had already written it there! It was an eerie, glitch-in-the-Matrix type feeling. So weird.
Another short week but the work is so good! Enjoy:
Can we all just take a moment to appreciate we’re living in a time in which Chapstick exists? It’s the little things.
For more little things of big import, check out the mixture of fun and dark stories this week:
The last part!!!
Catch up: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV
Image by Jurvetson
The old man had made his own discoveries before the boy did. He had, in fact, seen the bird people on Gallun-Z not two years ago. But he, too, had sought photos on the webs, and made the same discovery the boy had. But being older and wiser, he had realized what it meant.