kojote

(Trust me with the secret of fire)

Sandy Cleary, aka Таїсія: a literal coyote who can type. Writing dog and history geek who knows about Timed Hits. Somewhere between Miss Frizzle and Mr. Rogers—romance at short notice is my specialty; deep space is my dwelling place.

Solidarity forever!



Good morning, dears~ I hope that you’re having a good week! We’re halfway through, which is nifty! And even better, it’s the solstice! Every day after this gets longer, thank goodness <3 I mean, if you’re in the northern hemisphere. Which… which I am.

(I am a little out of it, unfortunately. So far I keep testing negative for COVID, but that’s what it feels like, so ??? isolating anyway. In trying to figure out what one calls the markings on clouded leopards I tried searching for “what do cleps got on them” which as it happens produced no useful results)

My typewriter remains nonfunctional, but since I do not have any way to remove the grease right now I decided to disassemble a clock instead because it was not running. Needless to say it is still not running, but can I just say that letting down the mainspring of a wall clock is one of the most concerning things I have done this year?

Only a little blood though! Mission accomplished!

How are y’all doing, fuzzies?


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