hello, snow

stretching for the ceiling, holding for a moment in a vast push against nothing. It's a yawning morning.

yes; let us get some things done.

very glad this bit of today is sliding to crashing, whimpering close.

the air is crispy

back from the Hungarian place and dinner took 3 hours and Alex just kept feeding us and oh I need a nap

sees sleet in the forecast; oh, Autumn, must you be so fickle?

looking forward to a good leaf shoofing session

to admit he's having some trouble parsing Autumn as more "do-me booty".

eggs: www.spike.com/video/crem...