Girls and boys.

If there is a greater panoply of human ugliness and stupidity than the American roadway, I do not wish to experience it.

On a brighter note, evidently spring comes to Austin in January. The highs are expected to be in the low seventies today, and the mission statement of the weather seems to be “I will seduce you,” with blue skies, balmy breezes, singing birds, the works. And way too many people operating heavy machinery before the anesthesia from their lobotomies has worn off.

On today’s to-do list is a trip to the post office, so certain naughty little boys and girls should beware the imminent arrival of packages which may or may not be delivered by the krampus.

Word count (yep, still hacking away, dull machete in hand, at the oppressive foliage of a full-length novel—shut up, that metaphor is not at all awkward): 38, 773