Today was a good one.

One of them taters I picked the other day, a fresh Anaheim pepper, a small rasher of decent cheap bacon (from Canada no less), and two cackleberries from the Gulag. Topped off with a slice of that loaf of bread that came out of the oven while I was cooking the breakfast. (something the wife made with yogurt and dill in it, yum)

It don't get a whole lot better than this:

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The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?