The Honey Pot

In the past few hours I’ve been doing laundry, taking out trash, doing the composting and stumbling through the darkness down a rock pile through shrubbery to untangle Jazz (not my dog) from a fence that she was caught on, after she lost her mind, probably because she remembered bunnies and cats exist.

I was trying to queue that post for a day that I was actually feeling like hitting on myself, a day where I don’t feel like I have things crawling on me or branches in my hair but the wilding look actually works for me more than polished, so…

Damn, self, let’s go take a shower, eat late night quesadillas and watch a movie.