my friend likes your friend…

A random evening spent on the border of TO checking out the house that Sara and Jesse bought. Ended up at local “restaurant” (and by that I simply mean that they serve food), eying and being eyed by odd collection of men – some in po-po uniforms, some not. Comes to them leaving and one…

define: heartbreaking

I went and saw The Mook last night after work, in between picking up books from the library and heading to see Sara. She was more than a little happy to see me, rushing at me from the kitchen. Hugs, hugs, hugs, then she showed me her room, pointing out how the baskets hanging on…

so, here’s the thing…

Whoooooshhhh…. Keeping the title. Changing it up. I’m allowed. After all, haven’t posted to this blog in some such time. I may simply copy and paste the previous posts to a Word .doc so I can keep them but not so public. In fact, will do that just as soon as I finish this.