
11/10/20: More Puppy Destruction



From Leslie Connor’s The Truth as Told by Mason Buttle





*Not* uncertain: Sweatah weathah.










Thursday, October 22, before New England snow, I filled my eyes with sky, and carry it with me into tomorrow.





“Ahem. Out. Now.”

Good guidance two years ago, good guidance now.






…And they tore a heart into the antique leather chair…


‘Morning. Breathing in for 7, holding for 4, out for 8, x2, every half hour today. Join me?