A “Pet” Peeve.

I believe strongly in humane handling of animals. I do not support PETA, an organization known to twist the truth and deliberately mislead people regarding animal handling and dietary issues. I do not necessarily encourage anyone who reads my diary to sign the petition discussed in the following article. I do urge them to become…

The Days Pause.

Rough night. Rough days ahead. The diary is mine, but sometimes the story is not mine to tell. As often as not, I’m on the outside, a spectator to things that I play only a peripheral role in. I may be writing from my point of view, but that doesn’t necessarily make me the central…

Waiting

It’s half-heartedly snowing outside again. The sky is silver, the air is so cold it cuts at the back of your nose like a knife, and the lighting is too bright for a day with no sun. The snow isn’t coming down in proper flakes, but instead in little shards and slivers, like tiny little…

Monday, Moan-Day

Why is it that the weather only acts up when I refuse to take the weather forecast seriously? If they forecast half a foot of snow and I pay heed, then the only way you could actually measure six inches of snow is if you took every single snowflake that fell and stack them one…