Are you ready to blog like it's 2004? November is upon us, and that means NaBloPoMo. I was going to write a kickoff post about the dead squirrel we saw today, artfully weaving in themes of Death and Loss and Autumnal Fading, but it is not happening tonight. I fell asleep in wiggly Stella's bed (awake since 5 = un-peppy version of myself) and artful is beyond me. Gross, however, I can do: its eyes had been plucked out. Crows, do you figure?
You know you want 29 more posts from me after an awesome start like this!