A cold front blew in, literally. The wind caused several power outages in town, and we were one of the lucky ones. It got a little chilly in my apartment, but it wasn’t too bad. I put a hoodie on Thomas and got out some candles and my battery charger and spent the day writing.
This is why I take the knobs off the stove, when I’m done cooking. Frances tried to burn down the house, and I’d rather not have a repeat.
Truly. He really wants a tofu.
When you need to creep on the neighbors, but your couch is facing the wrong direction.
Thomas did not want to get out of bed.
I did not plant columbine. I don’t know where this one came from, because it’s in a bed on the opposite side of the patio from where the established columbine is. That columbine didn’t come up at all this year, but this one popped up in October. I love columbine, so I’m not complaining. I just hope it had enough time to get well established before it freezes completely.
It was finally cold enough to put on Thomas’ coat.
Just sitting, watching TV, with a stuffy dangling from his mouth.
I love it when Piglet curls up his tail.
I think he was watching deer.
If there was any remaining doubt that there’s a Boxer hiding inside Thomas, I think it can be laid to rest.
It cracks me up when he stuffs things under his fang tooth and just hangs out with them there.
red paper boat 