3-day weekend!

There is an opossum living in the tree outside my office! It's nice to know that even though man has encroached on so much wildlife habitat, that some wee fellas have held on to little pieces of it, and don't mind sharing, provided we don't twat at them with sticks and things...

I've named him Watson, for some reason probably best left unexplored, though of course I can't be sure it's a him. I hope he sticks around. I like wildlife. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and I've not been feeling very warm and fuzzy lately.

I've had a few kicks to the emotional junk lately, nothing I can do about it but carry on and hope the truth eventually sets things to rights. 'Tis all illusion, until you get a blast of the spiritually ugly, right in the kisser, and it becomes clear that reevaluation and soul-searching must be done. I just hope I'm not the only one doing it.

Have a drink on me while I think this one through.

Heading into a 3-day weekend, looking forward to seeing some houses, getting some drinks, catching up on some sleep.

If one chooses to ignore the stench of burning martyr wafting in, it's a good day.