The beasties’ share

There’s a legend about why whisky disappears, in modest little sips, out of the casks it’s stored in. Year after year, benign supernatural beings take their price as the liquid matures, and this is called the angel’s share. As a budding and, so far, in no way successful urban food gardener, I can only conclude that I and…

A few updates

Hi there. This morning, I threw out my lower back (something that I’ve been susceptible to, on and off, since my early 20s–it’s always something completely innocuous that does it, such as sitting in a chair or (like this morning) untying my shoelaces). I’m comfortable enough, for the moment, sitting very upright in this computer…