High as a kite

Bibi is easy like Sunday morning, mainly because she's been rolling in (and inhaling) catnip. I particularly like that one little tooth hanging out in utter stoned-ness.

After yesterday's festivities we had a quiet day. Except where I went for a run and came home to an invite to the brewery so I had to recover and get ready in an hour.
Eep.

Oh, and in the first 600 yards of my run, I helped 5 Woolly Bears cross the road. They were ALL trying to get themselves run over :/ I felt all smug and was calling myself Rescuer of Woolly Bears - and then I ran past a deceased squirrel. That took all the fun out of everything. I know it sometimes can't be helped, busy highways, nocturnal animals - but in the middle of a neighbourhood road, with houses everywhere, where you are not supposed to be any kind of speedy, was there really no way to avoid the poor thing? Gah.