Done with work for the week hopefully, going to spend some time shambling around in the wreckage of my life looking for cool stuff to play with, hunter-gatherer, that's my style, enough reflection, that's for downtime. Seems I can only protect people from real panthers, for imaginary ones they need to see a specialist.

Cold, wondering again if I'm exposed on a mountaintop, no little ones to tell of my marvelous visions, just you, stranger, but you're make believe, aren't you? I wish I could give you my eyes, I'm unlikely to be needing them, so many lovely colors.