Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Forty-One
Still curled up.
A break in the rain. Blue sky? Everything is wet, looks electrified.
Sometimes thirteen is the same as three.
Sweet potato and a cup of decaf in front of the fire.
…and 90% how I react to it.
I know they’ll eat them if they’re made into a crisp.
What will they be doing? Looks like loitering to me.
Finally found film. I remember how they got us last time, I don’t want it to happen again.
Apple crisp with vanilla bean ice cream, caramel sauce, and some crushed pecans.
He says that he can’t believe it’s almost December. Neither can I.
