washes and washes of wet.
Green flourishing green.
Reminded of taking neurotin for my back injury many years ago, now. Coming up on eight years ago, at the worst. Not warned to just stop taking it, but to taper, so I stopped on a dime, and it didn't go well. Which was at least a good warning to stay away from narcotics completely. My back now is as better as it was going to be, given my work and such. No more electrical zings, anyway.
Reminded also of signing on the house, the day before one of my hand surgeons gave me a cortisone shot for my thumb. I was up, up, up for 36 or so hours, could not sleep at all. The shot no doubt kept me awake, but perhaps so did the occasion of laying so much on our future in ink. (Funny, the night before we got legally wed, I had not a single qualm, but then I also had the flu.)
Dylan finally coming out the other side of his virus. Still congested, but a day off to rest helped him get ahead of the bugges. We hope to get to the hardware store in the morning. To find lamp bits for the House's old outside light fixture, that will become an inside fixture. Beautiful old decorative cast iron, deserves a new life in the warm and dry.
Love this creature, the maned wolf, that is not a wolf, nor a fox, and has no known relatives, living or extinct. Chrysocyon.
Via TYWKIWDBI.
3 comments:
Glad D is getting to the other side of the crud. Thanks for the maned wolf link! I swear that looks like a fox head photoshopped on a fawn's body.
Nimble,
That's exactly what it looks like.
That's some amazing creature!
I know it's not related, but it reminds me of a variation on the desert fennec fox.
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