Two Tramps In Mud Time

Another month and things are still happening - downturns or no, lay offs or not, things proceed to decay at a pace unprecedented. To our vestigial ape descended brain parts this is another insult thrown by the modern world. We are overcome with despair at times by not what is happening, which is still too fast and recent to comprehend, but on what has just happened. So shuttered from the immediate and blinkered to the future we have to cast about for a path with the blind ineptitude of dumb stones rolling down hills. Anxiety, nervousness, fear and dread, ever present but also on the rise - marking higher on the measure of my own inner metric the the rising tide of ill happenings far beyond my ken or control. There is no ennui among destitute - since there is just too much which remains to be done.Also Ana's birthday is this month - so there is that too. We're thinking of a party in the park with an anti-scavenger hunt. Also, Sket and the Hobo - a project blog for me and Ana (and a compliment to the still undi