A series of unfortunate events (blatent plagiarism, I know)

That title could be referring to traumatic injuries, natural disasters, or really bad haircuts. More likely it is all reminiscent of a bedtime story, which one day I will probably tell. 

I was thinking of beginning it now, but the sky is so blue, and the warmth of this summer day has sucked the desire to write away from me. Koontz, my Mountain Dew, and the porch swing are calling me. 

Till we meet again…