In case the last sentence didn't make it clear, I am worn to a nubbin by a combination of factors (most of which have nothing to do with T's loss) and will be crashing in a moment. When I opened this entry, I expected to be able to talk about birthday present theory and maybe some more of the books that are important to me. I don't have that energy. This is not that. This is just: hi. I'm here. I'll be here again tomorrow. On we go.
timprov line of the night: "I don't know if they had any mystic significance. It's sometimes hard to tell with squirrels."