Epilogues: December 2019
We’ve done it, kittens. We’ve danced right off the edge of a decade.
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There’s nothing — absolutely nothing — wrong with a Festive Holiday Gathering(TM). But let’s be real (since this is the internet, the safest possible place for sincerity): sometimes such shindigs are a mile wide and an inch deep.
These are the times that call for parchment and inkwells. These are the hours for which we wait. These are the days of female cats in Suite FIV.
Here’s something worth thinking about. If you meet someone named Gus, is it short for August, Augustine, Augustus, or Asparagus?
Summer is serious business. Its questions are timeless: Whatever happened to Frozfruit? Will the song of the summer be “Juice,” “Sucker” or “Old Town Road”? Where have all the kittens gone?