This is six in the morning at my house today.
My office is on the upper floor of the house, with a deck that looks out across the horse enclosure and up to the hills. Every morning, crows sit on this one bare branch at eye level to where I am sitting.
Well, you can't expect too much on a Saturday morning of a three-day weekend.
I may have a disturbing comic to run tomorrow, because... well... it's the right time for one.
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My office is my bedroom and it looks out onto a tree and the white metal roof of a corn barrel receiving room.
I'm picturing a rocky peak above here somewhere. One that thrusts forth from the earth like a saint holding up two fingers in a religious iconographic painting from the renaissance.
My office is in an office building, and it looks at a wall of technology that is trying to control my mind, and trick me into thinking truth is depravity.
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