“And these visions of Zatanna are now all that remain . . .” ¹
How I learned my lesson
Close encounters of a Z-kind
The day began like all others. I got up, fed my dog “Finn,” went for a run, came home, and ate breakfast. I turned on the computer, saw some tweets from friends, and made some responses and retweets. I had to take some diversions into Medium to read some particularly enticing stories. I always enjoy the spicy ones as well as the humorous ones, especially those of Zatanna Dark. Sometimes I tweet to praise her or ask serious questions, and she seems to respond with threats to whip my ass and/or other parts . . . you know . . . friendly banter. All fun and games . . .
Since it was cool enough today, a pleasant 72°F, I went out to cut, split, and stack wood. Finn set out to chase chipmunks. All went well, but I noticed that the chainsaw gets heavier each year.
Finally, covered with wood chips and sweat, I walked into the house, removed my clothes, and turned on the shower. The water was not yet warm; in fact, it was freezing, so I stood just outside the stream of water, trying not to get too cold.
