At the desk, 8:14 a.m.
I've been working on the next Alex the Fey novel so I haven't had much to say.
Well, other than...
Squirrelly...
I went out with Rose. This is what we found when I got back.
We weren't even gone that long.
If the sunflower decimation doesn't convince you, check out this:
Yes, it's that time of year.
Squirrelly must die.
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