More often than not, I get the feeling Rod Serling is out there somewhere, narrating my life.. and David Lynch is directing it.
While craziness ensues around me, I try to hole up and survive in my wee shelter. Surrounded by two cats, two dogs, a teen daughter, a rock and mineral collection only a geologist could appreciate, a record collection numbering in the thousands and enough yarn, wool and assorted fiber to make the hardiest penguin waddle away quickly in terror...
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