I heard on the radio today about an earth-like planet orbiting a distant star. The planet was too close to its star for cool comfort. I like living in the first chapter of a science fiction novel.
I used the word "tench" today. I wonder about the phrase "slippery when wet".
Everyone uses madness as a literary metaphor. Then sometimes madness seems much less literary. The deranged man who shot Congresswoman Giffords makes me think a lot about people whose medical condition increases their risk of harming others, and of the waves of untreated mental illnesses of all kinds.
