The son of one of the ladies at work grew his hair to shave for a cure.
I donated and asked for a couple of locks of hair. The plan being to incorporate them into the gremlins. I thought it would be cool.
However, I've been so tired, they have not grown much. There has been a great deal more thinking and buying, than doing.
I didn't know why i suddenly felt okay to create, but then i noticed there were threads of black ash spiralling down from the sky and realised i was breathing deeply of the smoke from the grass fires in my area.
I grew up on a cane farm.
The sweet smell of burning cane and molasses, is part and parcel of my childhood.
Its going to get awkward if i have to set fire to my surroundings so i can have the energy just to mop my kichen.
