Waffling

It's early in the morning, and the wafflemaker's hummed to life. Fresh, delicious waffles. Out of town today, flying down the road to the coast with a gelfling and a sociopath to a wedding. I like weddings, as variations from the norn (Verthandi) and as sort of homemade holidays. A friend, likewise, will be attending a funeral today, and I wish him well at his own strange holiday. I like funerals too, not for the death, obviously, but for the strangeness of it. And I've been to some delightful wakes in my day. Incidentally, should I die, I'd like a wake, and I'd like some Zevon played. Maybe later, there'll be pictures.