The Christmas Tree waits patiently on the back porch;
Lurking beside the door;
Branches still pointed and ready;
Like an Evergreen Dalek, accusing.
“You have failed, homeowner!”
I imagine the grating mechanical voice;
“It is nearly February, and…”
With pitch and insanity rising…
“you have not been able to exterminate me!”
I turn off the porch light;
I close the door and turn away;
I mutter “Tomorrow..”
“I will deal with you Tomorrow.”
Tonight at mass I prayed for Leelah’s soul and, this will probably sound crazy, but I think the Archangel Michael himself carried her soul to the bosom of God. May her death not have been in vain.
I travel around the world as the one and only Code Panda at Automattic. Our team’s most recent trip? To Rome :)
Watching both the Interstellar movie and the recent landing on Comet 67P has given a growing urge to do something spacecraft related again a push. What to do, what to do?