Sake to me.

Hey. You know, now that I've been walking dogs again, I'm out and about all day with all the servicey folks - postal workers, delivery people, handymen, doormen - it's kind of like an above-ground underworld with a secret language, but it's probably just me trying to make life into a fairy tale again. The end.

This explains a lot of things, does it not?


Here are my beautiful groceries.


Somewhere in Indiana, my toes.


Very pebbular.


Halloween.