We ran out of cat food so I went to An Jan for more. Since I was going home right after, I could get crickets for Paula the chicken without having them die in the car. Whiskers loves crickets and wanted one very much. I have learned through experience that she will simply eat it and then throw it up. If I am in the mood to clean it up, I give her one. Yesterday I was not in the mood.
This is what's on the table today. It looks better int he photo than in real life. Thats a good thing. I think.
Last night I heard geese. I looked up and saw the V going south. Winter is coming.
BURMA SHAVE
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