I wonder what it's like?

Happy Birthday to me.

Tomorrow is my 50th.

... well I have done some good things this year.

If I had a choice in things, I'd be a witch.

It's not about being a bad person again.

Yay! Yippee! We made it this far, baby, and we'll get through the rest.

Does one ever do enough?

Number Two.

A swan is not meant to be alone. I hope the other one was in the rushes.

I met with the lovely supervisor Ben. I'd like him to be my nephew or godson.

I'm back to the hero worship of John Stuart Mill.

This has to be, one of the strangest, funniest, and, in some places, most revolting books I've ever read.

You know, every now and then, I think I have it all sorted out.

As you know, I am inclined toward the hermitic.

It's not the height that's the issue, but the landing site.

...but Daisy

The cats notice each other.

I want to see the world through a horse's eyes.

Anders has been sitting there mewing for eight hours.