Ye Olde Sunset

Surprisingly tiring day at work, but still managed to be productive with coursework at home. However, all this comes at the cost of much effort put into a photo. 

I should post the photo I received from Jo while standing out in the yard, which prompted me to ask "You haven't joined a cult I hope?" and received the reply "Wouldn't you like to know?" I'll leave it to the imagination what it might have looked like. Anyway it wasn't my photo.

So I took this photo and sent it back with a crack about pagan worship. 

And in lieu of anything else to say, a poem:


In History of Religion,
I read that three-foot pagans carried five-foot spears,
And they worshipped trees and pumpkins,
And after week-long hunts returned to their village
To throw their women in the dirt and have at it under
      the sun.
I licked my fingers and turned the page,
Looking for pictures. 



from Pagan Life, by Gary Soto