I realized last night before bed that I only had a few chapters left of my annual Tommyknockers re-read so I’d better pony up the next item in the queue, Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, a loaner from new pal Jonohs. Well, Tommyknockers flew past as it is wont to do, and I cracked that there old Cuckoo’s Nest, and long story short, son of a bitch if the sun is not rising.
Total sass; I was tired, even! Hella meant to catch some sleep. Moonlight, ’til we meet again: I will miss you.