I was out picking arugula in my garden for a salad with dinner, and the local tween contingent passing by asked me what I was cooking tonight and enthusiastically wished me a great day. Perhaps my candy bar game made me some positive new alliances. The crows have been extra needy today, chatting and begging more than normal, even though the weather is quite fine for November. (Rabbit, rabbit.) The leaves smell good and spicy in the heat. 

Tonight, I'm cleaning the house, which is officially a fucking bitch. But it's gotten to the point where it's not just embarrassing, it looks like a crazy person's house. Too much chaos with the trip to Spain followed by camping and hauling out a bunch of grimy, leafy gear and piling it around the house. But what's that? I'm writing in my blog instead of cleaning it right now and it's almost eight? Awful. Okay, okay. More later.