No pretty pcitures today. Wait, I lied. While I love Mr. Huxley's ideas, I must say, ninety-or-so pages into Shikasta, that Lessing is the more eloquent writer.
My stay in the North has been lengthened, I believe, due to shortages of anti-parasitism down South. Obtuse enough for you? Basically, the fact that I seem to have beaten the little blighters (scabies) while in Bellingham has made me decide to wait to return to Olympia until a similarly clean environment awaits me.
Bilgewater, scorpions and cieling fans. Goodnight.
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