” At this time of year there is no sunset | just some movements inside the light and then a sinking away.” ~ Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”

Monday, late afternoon. Unseasonably warm and very windy, 64 degrees.

I thought that I might be able to post today, but I just cannot organize my thoughts. Tink ate for the vets, but she won’t eat for us. We’re trying to make sure she stays hydrated. The only one at home at risk is her brother, Pooh Bear (his name keeps changing). So far, he’s eating just fine, so I’m hoping.

Right now, though, I’m really worried about Tink. I’ll try again tomorrow.


Sorry . . . no posts this weekend . . .

Tink (Tinker Bell), the girl puppy of the pair that Corey found and brought home, has Parvo virus. We had to leave her at the emergency vet Saturday night, which I really did not want to do; I don’t have the best of luck in leaving people or animals alone at a hospital. They said that she was doing better today,  so Corey picked her up tonight. The vet did say that puppies have a much better chance of surviving now, up to 90 percent, but she looks like she’s lost half her body weight. It’s heartbreaking.

If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.” ~ Lemony Snicket (aka Daniel Handler)

A mashup for today. Enjoy!

Butterfly on his bottom:

A throwback: the Lucasfilm 1980 Star Wars Christmas Card by Ralph McQuarrie:

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