From the Jill Schwartz Memorial Library here in Saltree, Serena, this is Obscure Season

3, Wuthering Heights.

I am your host, your friend, your your lover, your literary, mansplainer in chief and

Georgianologist Michael E. and Black Southern Gentleman Isquah, reading this great American

novel for your amusement and edification so much, so many machinations occurring within the

Hornets nest of a mind that Heathcliff possesses so much buzzing and flittering about so much

malice.

You know, the Hornet, unlike the B, really produces nothing of value, it doesn't pollinate

the flowers, it makes no honey, it just buzzes about scornfully, angering everybody around

it.

And that's what Heathcliff is.

He is no better than a Hornet, it is morning time, here in Sabana.

And I'm still getting my wits about me, I've had one cup tea already, probably going

to, well, I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do, because I have discovered a new

drink, hot beverage for myself that I have been indulging in on a just about daily basis

since discovering it can't recommend it highly enough, although it is caloric for those

of you who are mindful of such things, the matcha tea latte, which I've, I've gotten

in several places, but I like the Starbucks one, I've been getting it at Starbucks most

of all, and that has been my go-to companion over the last however many weeks, just an enjoyable

earthy beverage sweet, but not terribly so, and I get mine with oat milk, which for some

reason feels healthier than the regular milk or the almond milk, I guess I'm a sucker

for oat marketing, maybe because it's fibrous or something, but I suppose when it's made

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