… but my whimsy is dead, and so I have ceased to make things and write and post here until it resurrects, if ever.
Chuck Domehead never goes anywhere alone, except the potted meats shop on 12th Street. “I never go anywhere alone!” he proudly proclaims, inserting his thumbs beneath the waistband of his polyester pants and puffing out his chest. “Except Maynard’s Mushy Meats. I always go there alone … except when Mother visits.”
Chuck is an absolutist–
“But within limits!”
Thank you, Chuck. And that brings us to today’s topic: absolutists.
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I don’t know …. I’m leaning toward the blue background (or in my best attempt at blazon: Azure, a lightening bolt bendwise, point sinister, or, a fox dormant proper).
Sometimes it’s best not to go back, at least not on purpose. It is time to begin again.