No Excuse

Why I Am the Way I Am

or, something like that.

Finally, a swimsuit I can wear!

Not that I'm devout, or anything. I just have a little consideration for other people's sensibilities, when it comes to large, middle-aged, cane-wielding cat-ladies at the beach.

So, imagine my delight upon finding this posted at lgf. Swimwear for women who are too modest to expose their ankles or elbows to the uncontrollably impassioned animals who are men at swimming pools and beaches. A burqini.

And I always thought the ninteenth century was history.

Gratuitous postcard: a little under the weather

Nothing really serious. It's just that, every time I head into melancholia, I get a little sniffle and a sore throat. I'm going to want something soothing and cooling to drink, and then a few extra hours of sleep, as well.

I'll come up for air fairly soon, though. It seems I'm addicted to the internet.