We went over to O-town for dinner on Saturday night. I took a picture of the railroad tracks and the overpass and the sunset. It seemed emblematic of something or other:
Those are not planets or UFOs, but simple light reflections in the phone’s lens.
We had a steak and okra last night. The Yankee makes good okra, especially since she, ya know, ain’t from around these parts:
Allie, The Black Cat is hanging out on the guest bed today. It has nothing to do with that big pool of sun she’s in:
I like to think of that look as “You are disturbing me, but I won’t make direct eye contact to let you know it.”
