I promise I am workin’ on some fiction for y’all. In the meantime, a sampling of wonderings from my brain.

Are there people who are something like mexican-fast-food hipsters? Instead of looking for the newest and most obscure indie rock band, they look for the newest taco truck or tiny taco restaurant in a two room shack by the side of the road. They go there obsessively and eat until either the business dies, in which case they go on and on about it to their friends for years; or it starts being successful, at which point they move on in disgust, looking for a more indie taco to consume?

In the last few days I have seen Qubit consume or try to consume a rubber band, and packing tape. I wonder, does she actually think these things taste good? Or is there an office supply store in her stomach she is trying to stock?

When it’s slow at the pet supply store, do the employees kill time by guessing which section — cat, dog, ‘small animal’, et cetera — each entering patron will head for? I would. I wonder if I look like a Cat Section visitor.