Where Is It?

I awoke expecting an ice storm and out of the bandbox a relatively mild morning has appeared. Yesterday proved ot be a fine reading day, digesting over 150 pages in Cloud Atlas. Much of my response to the novel has been documented with my friends on the samizdat site, but i will note that understanding the parabola of activity beforehand, one is able to discern the breadcrumbs with greater verve.

I will glance the through the times and guzzle coffee before posting again.