sloggin

So far the forecast of rain for the entire week has proven to be accurate. I snapped a photo of myself with my phone of me slogging across the green pastures of Mississippi State University last Tuesday. If I look strange in the photo it is probably because I was very busy and had a lot on my mind. My woman and I have given all the pets nicknames that reflect their individual idiosynchracies. Cody, who bites us every morning to get us out of bed (to feed him we surmise) is now "Chomper," Spooky, who wanders about the house commenting inanely on the state of affairs, is "Talkie Walkie," Tarot, who is about 105 years old, just doesn't want to put up with this shit anymore, and occaisionally pees in our shoes, is "Surly," and the dog, Punkin, the excitable puppy who loves to eat, in a nod to the grocery chain that just took over our neighborhood Southern Family Market, is "Piggly Wiggly."