We’re looking out over the lake from the deck of Elsie’s cottage, bundled up on this the first unofficial long weekend of the summer. What had started out as perfect weather, cloudless, unseasonably warm, has now rained itself into a sodden last thirty-six hours. Continue reading
“You know in the Matrix, how we were living in a computer simulation?”
“Is that what it was about?”
“You didn’t see the Matrix, Em?”
“I saw it. I just didn’t care.”
“What do you mean you didn’t care?” Continue reading
“What are your thoughts on a soft coup, Barnaby?”
We’re at our regular breakfast meeting. Cecil has broken with all precedent, gone rogue, as they say, switching up from his usual swish porridge to try some of this ‘new-fangled’ huevos rancheros. “The beans, I believe,” he rationalized, “offset any of the possible downside to eating eggs. The toast too is multigrain.” Continue reading