I am a Grouch

I’m not sure why I’m grouchy today, but I drove clear to Port Royal and got there and just felt like “Fuck you, Port Royal, I wouldn’t get out of my car if you were the last interesting place on earth.” Which is certainly not Port Royal’s fault. It’s lovely.

I ordered two old hymnals off of Amazon this morning. Trace linked to a post I wrote and I was like “Damn, I want the novel to be that good.”

Everyone’s out hunting. It sounds like a slow-motion war out there.