By the seat of one’s pants
Shake a leg, Meg.
Shake a leg, Meg.
The hamster wheel keeps on turning. And you have until tomorrow to be counted in the US Census.
Fritter away your day.
See you there. Or here.
Like. A. Baby.
Dear Feastlings, In talking with the people at the Primavera Men’s Shelter and the Sister Jose Women’s Center, I’ve been able to confirm what I’ve long assumed to be the case: People experiencing homelessness, those who are on the move, anyway, seek out warmer climes as the cold weather takes over spots north of here, […]
Tomorrow should be good.
We’ll stop twiddling if you do.
See you shortly, we hope.
They’re a difficult bunch, but there are some really kind and lovely ones.