Recycling seems like it should come second nature. But there’s definitely more to it than washing out your milk cartons and separating your cardboard.
In which I think about things too much, too deeply, and too often.
Warning: bad review. Not that the review is bad itself, but that I did not enjoy this book.
I'm fascinated by the stars, astrology, the cosmos, and anything to do with space. Sometimes it's nice to get away from all the "red shift" and "quantum" stuff, though, and just imagine.
From a fun twenty minutes the other day.
Lighthearted for today. And a late post. I wrote this a couple of days ago, and forgot to upload.
"She closes her eyes, and she's no longer there. " [A piece about a ship/vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now].
A triplet of haikus for you this morning.