Dear Blog Pod,
it's a two'fer on Sunday, on the Subway. The sun just went down, it looked like the end of "Gone with the Wind", remember that? My friend Sexy Rexy, down in the West Indes does it twice on Sunday. He does it once on other days. He's a DJ, or an EmCee (as we say in the States). All day, everyday, even when he's away. These large Frogs have arrived in my Swimming Pool. They make such a racket at night, it sounds like we are in the jungle. I am trying to counter act by hanging up wind-chimes. Actually, I just rehung a few. Tovah put them up. I'd really like a whole bunch more. An Aerial Orchestra, these high, windy Harps. I hope it drowns out the Frog sounds. I think they are early this year. I just heard about snow from Jenny, by Tuesday. What will happen to the Frogs in the Snow, I wonder? They are amphibians. They stay in the pool. I am out back now, on the deck, in the din. So weird and yet, familiar. I think it's a Good Sign, Frogs. I like them. I have to scoop them all into buckets and take them to the river so we can use the pool. It's Super-green now and the Frogs stopped chirping. Now all I can hear is the highway, three blocks to the South and a BIG thud in the driveway...

shit hittin' the fan!