hmm.

How did you come to find this out?

I accidentally ran into some while trying to de-bramble parts of the Yard of Reason this afternoon.

I thought I was well clear, but some of the nettles there are, in fact, taller than I am.

Ouch.

Or maybe not so ouch, now.

I can't tell if the curious burn is from the scratches or from the nettles.

I did a number on my arms, but I did fill most of a small truck bed with blackberry vines.

It does not seem fair that doing productive things, like gardening and cleaning, usually lead to physical discomfort.

Things I am not doing:

• packing
• cleaning
• doing recon on schools
• researching things that will only upset me

I think I will research how to get wax off stone.

What type of stone?

I have this weird (two glasses of wine weird) notion that it would be cool to have some sort of random stoner church, where you had pot brownie communion, and then hung out talking about Jesus being way cool.

Clearly, this means it is time for a rewatch of JC Superstar.

Don't really know. The stone around my wood-burning stone. It's flat, red, and semi-finished, at best. That's as much thought as I've given it in the past.

Sort of a combination of the drug-induced traditions of other cultures and the mystical experience of the eucharist? I could see that. Oddly, it's the "brownie" bit that is, to me, the most "no, that won't work."

Well, I'm sure one could bake some sort of magical savory biscuit thing.

I mean, my in-laws' church does pita bread.

I was about to say that you could have bread or brownies instead of the wafer.

Mmm. Mystic muffins!