I call it Winter Wormhole.
It mysteriously appeared yesterday.
Well, not so mysteriously.
Who want’s the first slice?
In other news ~
We’ve got a hacker in our midst.
Not a white hacker.
Not a black hacker.
Not even a IKEA hacker.
We have a man hacker.
A man with a man cold.
He might have even tipped over into the realm of man flu.
Northern Man Flu.
It’s not pretty.
I live in the kitchen, hovering over a stockpot. Chop. Stir. And repeat.
I may or may not be wearing a garlic lei.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…