Funk Babblings

There are no fey whales,
So there are no banshee whales.
There is no Welsh Sea,
So there are no whales in Wales.
There used to be a fail whale,
But it is now, I hear, endangered.


(The conversation that led to this went on to the question of whether to listen to the talking heads on the TV, or to listen to the Talking Heads on the stereo, but this reporter is no longer sure which.)

I was pretty much out of commission this week with what we're guessing was a bout with salmonella, probably related to the power outage. Apparently not all the places we ate at afterward had thrown out all the food that had ended up unrefrigerated.

In starting to return to the daily routine, I kept being struck by signs that while I was away, summer had sneaked away and autumn had sneaked in. In the morning it's too dark to be time to get up, and in the evening it looks near bedtime long before it is (although the difference during the week was only about 10 minutes at each end). It's now cool enough for jeans and shoes, no longer quite warm enough for shorts and sandals. And even some of the trees are showing signs of starting to turn colors.