Now that Thanksgiving is nothing but a memory of its former self, it's time to get back on track. I say that, but I still have no idea where my track is. Maybe I'll find it one of these days.
I did manage to get outside yesterday and today, which was nice. I do enjoy my walkies and the weather is perfect for it. Bordering on cold, crisp, quiet. I love the fall solitude, listening to the world around me. The world seems to be mostly composed of squirrels these days but I'm not exactly complaining. I can watch them on the autumn-bare tree outside my window, going about their busy little lives.
There's something about this time of year, when everything is so clear and there's hardly anyone else outside. It just feels magical to me. Maybe that's why I recently wrote a story about it. It's been sitting on the back shelf of my mind, idling, waiting for distance to form between it and myself so I can edit it with clarity. I'm pretty sure that time is almost here.
Casanova the Editor Bird sleeps more often these days, responding to the change in season. None of my other animals seem to care. Edgar the betta fish, Toko and Nadia the hermit crabs, and new addition Mocha the Syrian hamster just keep going on without a care. I care. I love my little zoo.
Be sure to check out my author page on Facebook if you get a chance, at facebook.com/authoremilyblue. I post updates and such there that I don't post here.
Until next time.
~Blue
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