Didn't buy a fat hog.

Back in Atlanta. Been allergic since yesterday, or the night before...

Just ate somem cereal. Doing better.

Sorry I didn't get to see most of you, shit, it happes.

I'm very tired, and I still have a Lot to do.

Back later.

I dream of two houses.

Secrets. Everyone has them, everyone knows them, but as I was recently reminded, in reading The Five Fists of Science, having a secret and knowing one are two different things. However, it's also been said that three can keep a secret if two of them are dead. In any event, you can continue to have your, or you can let me know them. What do you think?

I think you should tell me a secret.

I've been thinking about this, a lot, recently. I was in DC, drove past the NSA building three or four times. Secrets spring to mind, then.

I was also reading Alabaster, while away. Finished it, today. And for that i think of the other. If you are not comfortable telling me a secret, display to me a mystery, a wonder, unsolved, and hopefully unsolvable.

As Neil Gaiman once had Cain say in his voice, "It's the mystery that endures. Not the explanation. . . They'll peck you to pieces if you tell them..."

Tell me yours and, whenever you ask, I may tell you mine.