Sep 26, 2009
With whiskers poking past grey hairs, lies Krismas. Content to let the drizzle mist every blade of grass outside, he’ll rest until something grabs his attention, ears alert, ready to strike with a bark, a bite, or a lick. In the meantime, I’ll be shuffling between the New York Times online and The English Patient.

With whiskers poking past grey hairs, lies Krismas. Content to let the drizzle mist every blade of grass outside, he’ll rest until something grabs his attention, ears alert, ready to strike with a bark, a bite, or a lick. In the meantime, I’ll be shuffling between the New York Times online and The English Patient.

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Aristotelean Thomist; dabbler in the epicurean and sartorial arts; sworn enemy of wasting my time.


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