Otis is such a pretty rooster, isn't he?
Sunday morning and it's what we here in North Florida call pretty darn chilly or, actually cold because our blood is thin.
I feel completely overwhelmed by everything and sad and anxious and ineffectual and yes, angry, and I don't know what I'm doing today. I should probably go to the store and buy a turkey (why the HELL didn't I just get one at the Costco last Friday when I was there?) and the rest of the things I need to make the dishes I'm bringing to Thanksgiving but maybe I'll just wait until tomorrow to do that.
I don't know. I don't know anything.
Except that Otis is a really pretty rooster. That I am sure of. That's one thing I know.