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punching in, all punchy and stuff

I spent time today in the sunshine, running a fast 4 miles, mulching the flower bed under sweet grapefruit blossoms, listening to the quail, admiring the profusion of blooms and bees, only to feel like complete and udder feces. We all have “off” days, when our perspective is skewed; I’ve had about three off days in a row, wondering where this is coming from and waiting for it to pass.

All the while, Chas has been enduring a restless bout of coxsackie virus, leaving him whiney, demanding and without neither appetite nor humor to pull him through.

But I’m helping him, and he is wrapped around me like Silly Putty, molded to my pores. His heightened nipple fetish is getting most annoying of all. It was also our 7th wedding anniversary.

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Catching up & flying off

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I finally sit down to write, and the clock tells me it’s midnight. The nerve!

Above are my latest pages for the Moleskine exchange group. We each are sketching wildlife outside in our backyards: Hawaii, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Montana, California. Everyone in the group is a nature nerd and has spent a little time this past month capturing his or her native flora and fauna in the pages of an accordion-fold Moleskine notebook. I’m loving all the entries so far! It’s a great group.

My notebook’s going in tomorrow’s mail on a jet plane to Hawaii! Bon voyage, little thrasher!

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flutter fluffer

butterfly
PROBOSCIS is such a funny word. I think what has happened is that I’ve heard it used inappropriately too many times, so that I’ve now become conditioned to think dirty thoughts when I hear the word. SO. Here’s Ford and his, um, proboscis. Uh, getting to the nectar?

butterfly see


Chas is mastering the lepidopteran art of mimicry and nectarology and proboscism.

stupid humans
Wha?

mmm