Couple of good things this summer, my fish and my books; otherwise it's been cruel at best. My three aquariums have been such a delight, but it wasn't always so. I have a fish cemetery. It's mostly full of Juno's and Vishnu's victims. Juno, that bitch, ate herself to death. I'll never get another bitch, nothing but trouble. The queers are correct about that.
Besides my Gettysburg game I've been writing Fanging with Claude. I've been having little Beatrix Potter, (big fan), kinds of books about buzzards, Bettas, and frogs swimming round my mind for years now. The buzzards will probably be first. 🐚
