Frank, coming home last summer.
Yesterday, our local animal shelter, to sweeten the deal, started offering black cat adoptions for only $13.00 per (to honor Friday the 13th and to dispel any phobias about black cats). I love my black and tuxie cats. They are without peer in the realm.
I was reading this Mary Oliver poem the other day; click to read it yourself, if you wish:
I do eat Marmite; here is my jar.
What D and I bustled around doing this afternoon. The outside looks pretty good, no? Baguettes are pretty pricey around here, so we thought we'd use our pizza stone and sweat equity to try our hand at homemade. Tempeh bar b cue in the pot.
i think my blogging deflation may be over; i've been working on a v. downbeat nursing manual, and it will be done tomorrow. yea. plus I received an award from E!