Muted.

Leaves in a crevice.

It’s the shadowing that makes me think of a stone oak leaf cradling autumn leaves.

If you are in the U S of A, you are probably going all Black Friday today.

In Canadaland, I’m ignoring any suggestion of a Black Friday and scouring the garage for the outdoor extension cord so that the lights can go on the first Sunday in Advent, which is December 1. Bonus.

I think it may be headed for the border. It’s green and slithery. If you see it…

Gracie Golden Pup is running along the fence soliciting affection from the neighbors. I call it her shameless hussy routine! They fall for it every time.

Mr. G has a man cold. A. Very. Bad. Man. Cold.

I’m just a carrier.

TGIF, baby! You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…

On never mind. You’re eating a turkey sandwich, aren’t you?

Knew it.

Elen