Mina, stranglehold on her composure, about to snap her pen in half: Okay! Okay. So, we got a portentous omen of death in the ghost ship with the ghastly sea captain corpse tied to his ship with a bottled account of an inhuman murderer arriving with a hellish storm. Followed by the unceremonious Terror Death of my newest old man friend right in the place where Lucy and I sit. Followed by a man kicking his dog in front of us and sending some kind of empathic horror-signal to Lucy. Followed by my daily and increasingly intense bout of Worry for Jonathan who continues to be missing in another country. Which country? I don't know! Still! Sure hope he's not part of the Hot Slaughter Summer queue, ha ha! At least Lucy is doing better with the health and the sleepwalking and whatnot! :) Let's hold onto that one single mote of good news! :)) Surely we can wring a microdrop of positivity out of that! :)))
Dracula, in his beachside rental suicide grave: :3c
























