Sunrise, Ibex and Grammar (oh my!)

That which does not kill me needs to up its game.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche (sort of…okay, not really)

I walked a hair over half a mile before 8AM this morning. What a great way to start the day! I was able to do it all in one go too—no rest stops. This might've been a first for yours-rehabbing-truly. 

Yesterday I did two thirds of a mile (YEA me!) but that was in two separate walks. It was a beautiful, warm day so the seawall was crowded with humans—this meant that strolling that wonderfully smooth, scenic path wasn’t safe for me (no one but me wears a mask anymore or so it seems).

Friday's first, longer walk, was done on our desperately bumpy neighborhood streets. Sure, they’re paved but for an old broad with shit balance, all the cracks, potholes and half assed repairs, are a significant challenge. The whole point here is that this first ramble should count as at least twice the actual distance since it was riddled with hurdles.

I know these distances don’t sound like much but, for me, I'm making brill progress (especially this morning’s half mile sans rest stops).
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Today is Shabbat so the Israel Ride folk have the day off. Hillel tells me that the town they’re in until the Ride resumes tomorrow, Mitzpe Ramon, “has ibexes like Jerusalem has cats.. Seriously, they’re everywhere.”

Alright, now I REALLY have to go there!
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I’m completely ignoring the news until after Tuesday's election—possibly longer. The lies, incessant projections and wholly bizarre fabrications coming from the Republi/Fascists are too heinously insane to tolerate. They'd be laughable if so many voting citizens weren't swallowing their poisoned tripe whole.

It just feels important to remember that no matter what monsters are out there, there’s nothing more dangerous than just plain people.
~ Stephen Blackmoore, Five Season 

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About ten years or more past someone gave me a small, functional but WAY elderly electric kiln. It would have worked fine for low fire and I was working exclusively in terra cotta at the time.

I never used it. Warum? I was afraid I’d burn down the house the first time I fired the rickety, ancient thing. Now, a decade plus later, I realize that, realistically, I’m done working in clay and am never gonna fire that kiln.

I doubt there’s anyone who’d welcome this as a donation but maybe. If not, what can I do? Put it in the yard and turn it into a big ass planter?
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In the gritty, death magic infused thriller I just finished, fuckton is all one word whereas shit-ton is hyphenated. Why is this? I asked Ten. He suggested that either the editor didn’t catch the inconsistency OR the difference was due to a Kindle word flow glitch. With Kindle, I can set the font to whatever size I need. Perhaps, in the text’s original, intended size both adjectives are hyphenated?

Was that my first thought? ‘Course not, I was all set to look up hyphenation rules in Strunk and White Which, ya know, I think I will anyway.

‘Scuse me, I gotta go jump down a grammar rabbit hole.