a possibly daily look at my adventures with pie, now extending into my 58th year
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Who Needs Stonehenge?
We don't, not when we have a mystical bone circle in the basement, carefully arranged by the dog for some as-yet-unknown purpose. So far the only witnessed activity in the circle has been the de-marrowing of the current week's bone offering. If I start hearing drums in the night, I think I'll worry.