The relatives finally went at 9:00, and I’ve finally gotten the last of the sweet potatoes scraped off the kitchen counter. And now it’s December, lordy. Quick survey: Raise your hands if you feel like this.
I’d meant to haul this guy out for Halloween, but somehow, this feels right. Not just dead, but totally collapsed, off the perch, and then pressed face-first against an invisible wall, and yet, still on display. Goodwill, you have captured the week of 12/1-12/7 perfectly. Thank you.