Kage Baker was subject to a strange condition called “mumping.” At least, she called it that. I have no idea what anyone else called it – but it involved mutating into a vegetable entity and sitting around scowling and doing nothing as hard as possible.
“I am a mump blossom, and soon I shall blossom into complete nothingness,” she would announce. “I am turning into a cauliflower. I can feel it.”
And she would. And it would last a while and then go away. No more specific descriptors are available.
Here, Dear Readers, a great deal of California is presently and fire and at least 3 places I cherish for their incomparable memories are in danger of burning up as I write. Probably one ot two of them already have. It’s far too hot, far too humid, far too noisy. My brain has fallen out my ears and is running around on the floor, with Corgi hair sticking to it.
So, since I personally never mastered mumping, here is a warning sign:
I’ll be back when I am no longer a cauliflower. Now I am going to write about blue squirrels.
Kathleen, Kage and the Company 
As fair a warning as one could ask. My humor is fouling after the events of the day. I may attempt broccolization.
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A dignified choice.
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Never knew the formal term. Now, at last, I can name that from which I suffer. Thanks.
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“service is my only joy.”
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Anne Carribino said that all is burning around the perimeter of our former summer camp, but for some odd reason, it hadn’t caught fire as of late yesterday.
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Looking at the current fire maps from the the State of California, that appears to still be the case. I hoep so! And please, say hello and thank you to nne for me.
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With all the magic in that place, are you surprised it’s still fire-free?
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Nope! Not at all!
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