mark of the baby
In my oddball and highly compartmentalized fear/phobia area of my brain, devil stuff makes me scared. Along with razors, being abandoned, and that stupid helicopter ride at Great America. Fairly standard fears. However, I also get nervous thinking about magnets, certain kinds of fish, and a certain tree on Santa Clara Street in Ventura (it kind of looms).Anyway, let’s put this all aside and read about this day being the mark of the baby.