Thursday Truths... in These titles mean nothing.

… will be fewer and more sparse.

They happen while I turn on the yard light and while the coffee gurgles. They happen while I tie my shoes and wonder where I left my coat. They happen while I anticipate the day.

Google tells me it’s negative 14 and the wind is 5 mph from I believe if the arrows are right and I read it right from the northwest.

Thermometer on north side of the house says about the same, maybe more like minus 12.

Prosebox is being sulky. I think it wants me to sign in although it’s trusting I am signed in. It’s all the hacking. Computer programs are getting nervous. They want to make sure that I am me and not someone from a country on the other side of world who may or may not have nefarious purposes. My purposes are pure and innocent and witless.

Sum ergo typus.

The Latin very to type is a little unfirm. The Romans didn’t type, I don’t think, so I have to invent it. Not sure which conjugation it would fit best in. I will work on it.

Meanwhile here are panoramas of good old SPUD, one facing toward and one facing away.

Talking words. I came across a new one in *The Room With A View. *

The fountain would ‘plash’. I thought it must be a turn of the century before last version of ‘splash’. After encountering it several times, I did what I always do. I googled it. And guess what? It is a word. It means the SOUND the water makes when it ‘splashes’.

How ‘bout that. A whole new kind of cozy word. Nice to find.

On A Winter’s Day. The Mamas and Papas’ California Dreaming played on the radio at work the other day.

Last updated February 19, 2015