Wednesday 20 April 2011: 7 ...
... is the number of days I didn't see the Squire. I was worried that he'd run under a car. Or that some crazy dog killed him. Or ... or ... well, unpleasantness, generally.
But today when I came home he sat on the fence, and when I put my bike in the garage he sat himself on the stump, all puffed up and excited at the thought of peanuts.
Aw.
Crappy day + Squirrely Squirrel = Pretty good day :)
And yes, this is the state of the trees; no leaves. Flippin' "spring".
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