Cthulhu and Globosome

A couple of things today that I just have to share. We had the granddaughters overnight the other day, and in the morning, the five-year-old was running around the house yelling, “Cthulhu! Cthulhu! Cthulhu!” I realize that it is indicative of a rather warped sense of priorities, but it makes me happy and gives me the feeling that we’re doing something right.

Of course, it’s really all Sylvia Spruck Wrigley’s fault and the crocheted Cthulhu she gave me at the last Villa Diodati workshop …

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