Happy Craptober.

I wish, with

absolutely everything inside of me,

that all winter could be spent curled up in bed with some great books, lots of blankets,

and an endless cup of tea.

There is always too much to do.

The cold can suck a fat one.

Hello again, old Friend

Back on the blogging circut.
Back in Seattle.
And no longer living at my parents again!
Freshly unemployed with a growing sense of wild.
Far less inhibited by the constraints of normalcy
(I just dont give a fuck anymore)
And Sneaky Paws is still a wild 'n crazy kid