Workbook: August, 2016
- August 31, 2016: This is the very worst hour of the day.
- August 30, 2016: He's dead. The man upstairs is dead.
- August 29, 2016: Throb always without you and the throb always within.
- August 28, 2016: No sound.
- August 27, 2016: He's a caution to rattlesnakes.
- August 26, 2016: Drop-dead brilliant, and used to it.
- August 25, 2016: Rude-ass prick throws his seat back, entitled.
- August 24, 2016: As you stumble the long sword...
- August 23, 2016: The moon is an unusual shape.
- August 22, 2016: Blues and rock and gospel, soup, boiled together.
- August 21, 2016: High voices.
- August 20, 2016: Allworthy, blushing furiously all over from front to nates...
- August 19, 2016: Then Mount Jerome for the protestants.
- August 18, 2016: The camel, lifting a foreleg...
- August 17, 2016: But what if they like each other?
- August 16, 2016: I see my shadow.
- August 15, 2016: Johnny Careful-With-Germs wipes the seat down with disinfectant...
- August 14, 2016: Hispanic beauty in the waiting area...
- August 13, 2016: Regular Army in civvies.
- August 12, 2016: Middle-aged women with Texas accents, talking breakfast.
- August 11, 2016: I know why the dog howls at the moon.
- August 10, 2016: She's the Devil, that lady cop.
- August 9, 2016: We were one person for a split second.
- August 8, 2016: Souls are over rated.
- August 7, 2016: Here we are talking again.
- August 6, 2016: The Devil once told me I was her only friend.
- August 5, 2016: Smell of half-eaten food in a very small place.
- August 4, 2016: Crowding.
- August 3, 2016: Nun in white habit speed walking up and down the terminal.
- August 2, 2016: Johnny Depp Junior works his aviators on the moving walk.
- August 1, 2016: Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty.