barley raze the phone rang. i thought maybe it was someone i knew. i picked up without looking at the caller_id. i never do that. it was a telemarketer. "good morning," he said. his indian accent and my half-asleep brain turned the morning into barley. i hung up. no one in their right mind wants to talk about domesticated grains that early in the day. 220702 what's it to you? who go blather from