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After a delightful dinner courtesy of Cousin Silas, I settled into my arm chair with my electronic copy of Morgue for Whores by the delightfully nefarious Roy Edroso. My feet propped comfortably on a fuzzy lumpkin, a whiskey hugging its ice, and my evening quietly lay ahead of me. (The dragons took tonight’s clear skies to play a game of their own invention; part boggle, part frisbee, and all flying. I have no idea how it could possibly be organized.)

In walks – calm and collected, if you like – an eyeless long-limbed Blue Foonsjab. I’m assuming it was a Blue Foonsjab, I’ve only read about them and there are no photographs of the creatures. Shedding whisps of blue fur, it galomphed straight from the garden to the kitchen. It opened the ice box, pulled the borscht out of the fridge, and filled a canteen that it pulled from the depths of its furriness.

Then, as though this was an every day happenstance, it galomphed straight back to the garden with not a word nor peep. Not even a drop of borscht on the kitchen floor (thankfully) though its canteen was full of the delicious soup.

Now how am I supposed to read after that?

It’s too hot and humid for me to go outside today, so I’m sitting in the library surrounded by oscillating fans and reading material. I’ve broken out my summer-time secret as well; I keep metal canteens filled with water in the freezer. When the weather turns this hot, I strap a few to me with my old canteen belts and as the water thaws, my temperature drops. It leads to some soggy reading chairs, but it’s worth it to keep my temperature down.

Mordecai is preparing for a mysterious journey, and I wonder if he plans to search for underground fishing locales. Legend has it that he would only have to go across the river to Manhattan, though by the looks of his pack, it appears he’s preparing to go much further.

If you can, grab yourself a cold glass of lemonade and read something. You can start with this. I find that nothing cools like a good spark of imagination.

You should know that the Kurundu Bird’s song mimics falling rain. Perfect for reading in an enormous wing back chair.

Tonight, it’s Margery Allingham’s The Case of the Late Pig.

Tomorrow, undoubtedly, it will be a compendium of poisonous plants.