A week in the crypt...

No couches? Sleeping in the crypt sounds like you're a character in Poe's writings....
One couch and two "love seats", which have sufficed at times, but there is a "quirk" within the quirkiness, which makes the crypt the destination of necessity/choice.


Not far off. No pendulum, raven, cloudy eye...
 
Ta Da!

or is that VOILà! ?

resurfacing.

the one eyed dog watches, half focused.
 
oh, speaking of Poe or poetry— as I descended last night I discovered a baby mouse had died on the last step to lowest portion of the crypt— looked as if he was sleeping. Poetic, I think.

They say "the last step is a doozy". I suppose he tripped. The was no sign of violence.
 
Wow, counting your hours of sleep, you slept for 9 hours...

Living in the church?
 
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Ok, ok...

Does sleeping in the crypt give you shivers?

nope, sleeping bag, blankets and hoodie make sit all snuggly...

oh... you mean like creeped out sort of shivers? nah.
 
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sometimes.

Though, I have been advised that "not everyone gets your humor".
 
True. Some people don't have the kind of humor you have that they thought you sound stupid or twat.

Should we stop talking or what?
 
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