darkness arrived with an unaccustomed suddenness

My wife just got a nasty passive aggressive email from a relative who admonished her to look upon her upcoming fiftieth birthday as the harbinger of grisly death, and more pointedly, asked “How does that make you feel?” Since then, we ‘ve been stuck indoors  pondering our relationship to things completely outside our control. I’ve lost untold hours already wondering if superstring could be used to make those pictures of sailboats you used to see in people’s dens. My wife’s still on hold waiting for Hawking to answer his goddamn phone.

In the meantime we found this ewe wandering through the yard experimenting with Libertarianism.