Bleah

It's official. The crud of autumn has made its way to 63. Steve made me get out the kitchen because I was dropping things and being klutzy and flakey at the same time. Dangerous too, I suppose, around sharp knives and gas burners.

James looks really tired. He has a travelers cold, Gloria too. H1N1 on a plane? Makes me think fondly of the past decade's worst movie "Snake's on a Plane". "Flew on a Flu"? There might be another really bad movie on the way. . .

Today started off sunny and bright blue, and by the time I got home from yet another dentist appointment, was grey and overcast with lots of interesting cloud formations. I'm surprised there's anymore rain after last nights torrential downpours, but it looks like there could be. "Snakes in the Rain"?

Not much in the way of inspiration tonight. Enjoy the bad internet art