Was going to hit the beach this morning, unfortunately our international guest picked up some industrial-grade plague on their flight over.
Everyone in the house has been shying away from the walking dead over the last week, muttering in hushed tones “Oh God, I just know I’m going to catch it…” before eventually retreating to bed hacking and snotting with the rest of us already moaning and weakly calling out if there’s another box of tissues anywhere.
You’ve probably caught it merely by reading these infected words.
So, as a placeholder for my forays this year, I present some midnight fireworks.
Hopefully it’s not an omen for my hunts this year.
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