Winter rains offer nothing, no gains, no war frenzy, nor cozy frenemies, but to survive the frost and ice. To keep the world population alive. At least a billion survivors anyway!

Cats want to be me, dogs want to smell me.

My odors can kill plants, even weeds. Plus pants and shoes.

If the Russian Military drops down enough there isn't much of a war!

If any award hasn't been given it is because of the process I go through to make a decision.

At least the Russo-Ukraine war is nearing it's end.

Someday peace will seem as exciting and entertaining as was and violence.

Worries begone, got to live my life now.

A screaming viiolin was found on an alcove covered with anchoves.

The unknown door seemed to yawn as it opened by itself.

California is now a Merit State.