Last night three leaves approached me from three different directions, each gliding across the concrete on independent winds.
At least a dozen deer rose out of darkness at once, shocking the dog into unbridled madness as they vanished into the distant tree-line. Just above them, a decommissioned fission reactor’s tower blinked red.
The Department of Energy, contrary to what you may think, takes safety very, very seriously.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how the modern professional prepare’s for his first day on the job:
Nicole thought we should celebrate my birthday with haphazard fort-building and a slumber party. It was, despite the quality of sleep, absolutely the right call.