Being a compendium of what Glenn Ingersoll is thinking and reading and you know whatever.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Got a call at the office. Kent had taken the day off, was calling from home having gotten back from some shopping. "Feathers," he said. In the side room. Feathers leading to a bird. Bloody and dead. K says when he came upon the bird Sundy followed him, paused to sniff it, but was otherwise done with it.