Texas Roots

On the 22 Clark bus on my way home. Talking to my mom.

Me: Oh! Ohohoh! I just saw a coyote in the cemetery!

Mom: Your Uncle Tom caught one a couple days ago.

Me: I don’t think I want to hear about this.

Mom: He had a trap set up.

Me: I don’t think I want to hear about this.

Mom: And then he shot it.

Me: Yeah. I didn’t want to hear about that.

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current book: I really just need to suck it up and pick up Kavalier & Clay again. I put it down for The Last Flight of the Scarlet Macaw, but for some reason I’m just not motivated to get back into it.

current music: Anner Bylsma’s rendition of Bach’s Cello Suites. It’s my writing music. I’ve been listening at work to try to get more writing done, but who the fuck can do work when there’s SIX FUCKING INCHES OF SNOW IN THE FORECAST?! Honestly, this winter is ruining my life. It is an evil, soul-sucking, spirit-breaking behemoth. Somebody please make it go away.

current socks: Excellent Easter socks: two bright orange carrots on each sock with a gleeful white bunny at the top.