CB Anderson

By CB Anderson, Every day at lunchtime Sean paddles upriver, pulling against the current until his mind is sky and white-capped water. The precarity suits him. After a while he lands the canoe and eats a sandwich. Crows comment from the birches. The sandwiches: unmemorable, whatever he made for the twins’ lunches. On the way back downstream to his workshop, he sometimes rides the current. Breathes. His muscles hint at the ache that will come later.

Midnight web surfing, and you see this on Reddit: "TIL that some male octopuses set up dens next to female octopus dens and have sex without leaving the den by extending the mating arm from one den to another." The comments tend toward smut - appendage length, glory holes, etc. - but also, "So they're practicing ceph sex?" "The ol 'Work from Home' move, elegant." And, "I laughed so loud at this that I woke my cat up." Your cat is already awake.

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