The cusp of time [195]

Greetings from my living room...

Here again? So soon?

I’m happy to be sitting. But I sat with a sigh.

I’d gladly do nothing today. But I feel cursed by the crow killing St Expedite. The patron saint of procrastinators.

He’s good at making me feel bad. But not good enough to stop me reading half of the internet this morning. I also managed, under his scornful gaze, to bid on some morse co…