werewolves and retirement communities (‘you've got to walk that lonesome valley all by yourself’)

so last night horsemouth watched a film on werewolves and retirement communities (late phase).

our blind (but ex-military) protagonist stomps about like zatoichi with an entrenchment tool - the werewolves kill his guide dog after that it’s only a matter of time before the silver bullets fly.

horsemouth also watched a recent(ish) episode of the simpsons where homer gets mistaken for a grandad while out babysitting (this has happened to horsemouth) and then gets to meet hipsters.

horsemouth is beginning to return to an even keel of work after a period of stress and illness (so at some point they will probably ram and sink him from a submarine). all he has to do is survive out until easter and let things cool down and become boring. there is (in fact) a pattern where he does this stress/ anxiety thing every year (so he should be used to it by now).