No pics tonight.

Pulled a container of turkey soup out of the freezer, made from the Thanksgiving bird.

Still tasting great.


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?