Disengaged. Disarticulate. Dispirited. Discordant. Disarray. Dis-hovering.
I’m up in Mendocino and told Viggy I could cover if the power and wifi held up here.
I kind of wish they hadn’t.
“Now see the face of Dis! This is the place where you must arm your soul against all dread.”
Do not ask, Reader, how my blood ran cold and my voice choked up with fear. I cannot write it…
Inferno 34: 20-4
There wasn’t much, if anything, instructive about last night’s game. It was a throw-away-the-tape game.