I haven't been posting. But I've been working.
And here's one of my coworkers!
Remember Juno? From Sam Henderson's famous "The Ballad of Claire and Juno"? Juno whom I love and adore and bat my eyelashes at through the pane of glass that separates me from his arctic habitat? O, WE ARE STAR-CROSSED, Juno and I!
The big Bob Ballard Titanic exhibit opened today at my work (MY WORK! AT THE MYSTIC AQUARIUM! Which still merits capitals!!!) and I've had a full day of it.
And then Sita and I went to the Westerly Land Trust meeting, which featured the wife and husband team who own Watch Hill Farms, and they talked all about self-sustaining small farms, and eggs, and honey, and trees, and bees, and soil, and sheep and chickens and red foxes and conservation and they had HONEY COMBS and I ate them with GOAT CHEESE on RICE CRACKERS and it was the BEST DESSERT EVER!!!
And I am tired. I am tired and my neck hurts, so it's the bath for me and the last chapter of the novel I'm rereading and then bed. Tomorrow I work in the info booth, which I've never yet womanned, so that'll be interesting.
My mother just squealed, "Tomorrow's Friday the 13th!!!"
"Are we planning to do anything gory?"
Well, maybe I'll do something GOREY then...
I hope you are all well. Forgive my silence. I am adjusting to harness.