Long is the way, and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

Mine was a temporaly inconsistent weekend,

seemingly simultaneously too short and also wearisome,

fraught with minor difficulties,

several more poignant than others.

Milton’s declaration seemed apt, if a bit melodramatic.

Perhaps I should have looked harder for something from Wilde.

To come this week:

  • The introduction of Farmer Al’s Indoor Alchemical Agronomy
  • A bout of poetic rhetoric on personal acidity and the nature of gout
  • Cat hats and the start of predator indexing for the lesser Harrisburg metro-proximal
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