Jim

This is Jim. He lives in my quarter jar. I don't use quarters much these days.

Today I:
spoke of mismatched socks, sentient orchards, and tea in glass jars;
read of frightful pandemics, useless weaponry, and unlikely heroics;
thought of Russian naming conventions, story-telling tropes, and syllabic structure;
and
acted on good intentions, curiosity, and convention.