Monday, February 2nd, 2004
A day without time…
“That fence leaks like a sieve!”
“300-500 ml of methane…I think that’s wonderful.”
“When everybody leaves, she just sits on the porch and pouts. We need to get Eilie a dog.”
“I love your house, it always smells like fresh cooked food.”
“She’s a whole new dog with eyes.”
“I can never seem to grow time (thyme)”
“We have a clock that has an hour hand. We can tell time by the hour, within ten minutes or so. We don’t want to put too fine a point on it.”
Ah, life at shenanigans farm, a place without time.