Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.18.25

Felt like fall this morning, just a bit. So, the windows were all raised when I returned to the crypt, after another graveyard shift. Hoping, that some of the demons and malevolent spirits lingering about might find their exit. To go be free. Curse lifted, and such. Or at least go bother someone else, for…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.11.25

I’ll confess to you now, dear reader, this has been looming over my consciousness with something akin to dread. Whatever scribbling I’ve had seemed to fall short, yet here I arrive at the mouth of this cave yet again. Unprepared for the beast I must now face.