absence
in my defense, my laptop has died again.
anecdote:
in autumn it is like this: the pavements are bedecked with the red and gold leafy remnants of summer, the skies vacillate between severely overcast and severely azure, and apparently, the deer are implacable. according to my portly and erudite tutor, the "confounded creatures" are invading his backyard en masse. "They really are quite beautiful," he says, "but," and here he leans back in his chair with a dissatisfied grunt, "they need to be venison."