Introducing herself to the fridge.

What a strange weekend.

I hid from the awful, awful outside most of Saturday.

And worked on my digital Marvel and Star Wars trading card collections.

If you’re on the apps, find me and we can trade.

My username is : SANDWICHCONTROL.

Obviously.

I also started reading “Seven to Eternity”.

But mostly I just hid.

All by myself…

Seriously.

It’s like they think I’m their mama oppossum.

On Sunday it was more of the same.

Digital trading cards.

Seven to Eternity.

Kids.

Air conditioning.

Hiding…

I had a panic dream the other night that I was buying too much meat at the local butcher shop and had no idea how I was gonna pay for it all.

One item in particular struck me as odd.

It was kinda of goat-ish.

I remember the word “ONYX” being written on the packaging.

So when I woke up I had the word and a vague impression that the butcher described it to me a kind of antelope or gazelle.

Once I was awake again I Googled the phrase “onyx antelope”

It autocorrected to “oryx antelope”.

Which is a real thing and the animal from my dream.

What. The. Fuck.

If you had asked me what an oryx was yesterday I couldn’t have told you.

Aks me in a week, and I’ll probably have to really think about it.

I guess somewhere, buried deep in the part of my brain where I keep crossword puzzle answers, I knew what an oryx was.

The human brain is a terrifying thing.

Well enough about that.

It’s Monday.

Time to get back to the grindstone.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC