Not fud, but good

While newspapers wither . . . 

(Full disclosure for Astrology Mundo's sake, and for those not connecting dots as easily: This is about the guy genius enough to hire my brilliant consort. And give great parties.)  

I should be cooking

with four friends and a consort due at the table in a little over two hours, but I just walked in with a bagful of paper and cat products and thought again of how happy it makes me to see this in our thoroughly urban foyer, a memento of the year of magical rethinking. 

The risks of overripening

And the rewards of farming and processing creative juices.