Sorry about yesterday’s negative energy.
I’d hoped to spend today in an elevated spiritual state. But after I awoke, I couldn’t find enough firewood to cook with and some annoying zombies decided to chase me for no reason. As if they ever have one.
Such matters occupy way too much time.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.