Sometimes the irregularity of existence that ensues from living in a body that is meant for supporting and raising life forms can become quite exhausting.
It's surprising that, no matter how painful or painless the process is, I find a base and instinctual compulsion to wear sweat pants, or pajama pants, or maybe yoga pants (its all the same thing, I'm just not sure what the correct termonology would be. irrelevant, really.) Anyway, the basic point is that I want to build a nest and sleep for a week, in yoga pants.

Things that happened today or recently that I think are worthy of note:

1. I moonwalked into a ladder and now sport a swarthy bruise on my left calf

2. today at work the power went out, I saw the sad blue jay that caused the outage. it was extremely graphic and voilent.

3. I have befriended a young squirrel. I feed him peanut butter, chips, crackers and other superfluous scraps as often as can, and he no longer runs away from me. hoorah!

4. I am working on a fabulous name for said squirrel

baby deer fawn

I want to be a Carousel Queen! It seems terribly romantic. Who could resist the dipping charms, the lilting voice, the swirl of colour that is the CAROUSEL QUEEN?!

I couldn’t. And you bet your britches you couldn’t either!