Epilogues: January 2015
Now is not the winter of our discontent. Now is not yet the triumphal procession towards spring. Now is the holy roll of ordinary time at Tabby’s Place.
Epilogues: September 2014
In the immortal words of Tom Petty, “some days are diamonds; some days are rocks.” And some months are ossified turds.* September, you thieving, grieving month, we’re looking at you.
Light up the night
August 2012 is a very special month on our planet. We’ve got the Olympics. We’ve got an actual blue moon. (Really.) And, right in Ringoes, NJ,* we’ve got the phenomenon that is Midnight.