Category grief
Sunny Day in Late October
Halloween, Sheds, and Stuff
Do not ask for who the squirrel scrabbles, it scrabbles for thee
August around these here and other parts
That tomato sweater though, amiright?
I am, this second, tucked up in bed with a coffee in hand. Wordle and Connections and Strands done (Wordle is my least favorite these days. I still do it. Connections my fav), and I am sufficiently recovered from travel to be capable of stringing words together, here.
I won’t say all is right in the world, but this corner… there is enough right to be found.
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