20 mile an hour winds. Feels like temperature of 30F (-1C). Layers of clouds moving in different directions.
Just at a guess . . . I'd say winter is coming.
Friday, November 17, 2006
The Prodigal Son picked up Goblin's ashes today. Her ashes are sealed in a black ceramic cat which came in a lovely purple gift bag from the crematorium. I'm . . . I don't know . . . that purple gift bag just kind of . . . weird. That's all I can say. Weird.