Time, again.
Ten days before he died, I wrote about Kurt Vonnegut. Tend days after he died I write about his death. Time is weird. The past three weeks seem to be undefined in terms of time. I had to do some serious thinking and fact checking I determined that the past three weeks had in fact taken exactly three weeks to transpire.
There's a Murder Mystery double feature I shall be attending tonight and it should be interesting. We will be watching two film adaptations of a Mystery novel written in the 1800s. I'll let you know how it goes. I also bought Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and some Of those ice pops in a tube that are basically frozen sugar water. Yum!
You can't be too careful
Make your mind up and go for it.