Then I remembered there is a big-ass lake so I went for a walk there, met some old fishermen whose accents are *very* Calcasieu Parish. Helped my mood tremendously.
Then I remembered there is a big-ass lake so I went for a walk there, met some old fishermen whose accents are *very* Calcasieu Parish. Helped my mood tremendously.
Now I’m at my university library, looking out the window at rows of trees and an arroyo (or whatever they call them here) for bayou overflow.
I wish I hadn’t had a fire last week.