slime

whenever the sun emerges I bolt to the widow throw it open and lift my shirt to stick my belly out in the light. With such small sunlit stints, it’s important to maximize absorption surface
if I keep doing this, by summer I expect to develop a brown belly and very rapid heliocentric reflexes.

I am trying (in a gallant effort of procrastination) to learn about slugs. I don’t like slugs. At all. But I’m trying at least to appreciate them. Them and their hermaphroditic mating habits. Ugh. Slugs. Not Ugh to the hermaphroditisism—power to em for that— just Ugh to the slime.

So far, I’ve learned the word hygroscopic. It means the ability to attract water molecules from the environment. I would like to be more hygroscopic. Hygroscopic: like both forms of slug mucus.

Slugs are just weird. Sometimes (wikipedia tells me) during mating their penises get tangled around eachother. If they cant separate them again, one of the slugs just chews his penis (or the other slugs penis) off. Eeeeee. Apophallation it’s called. Ten points if you can slip it into a conversation today.

weather today: cancelled due to unruly season-gods

I squint puzzled at the sunshine glaring through a flurry of snowflakes. They are falling every which way past my window but down. I don’t understand. Just an hour ago it was clear skies. I watch the snow proceed into gray rain, then sunny hail, then a precipitation free but slightly cloudy cover over this wide building sea.
Clearly the fight for spring has begun. It’s…..Winter! Summer! Spring?... no Winter again! then a hefty left blow by persistant Summer! Who is….ohhhh, now down for the count.
While the deities wrestle it out for control of the weather I am still wrestling with flat searching.
Do I live here or there, do I pay this or that, do I like those folks or not, do they like me?
In the end, I guess, it’s just a room. I’ll probably have it for about a year, whether I like it or not. And someday I’ll remember it with more fondness than it probably deserves.