Buddy is on my lap purring, we might get snow tonight, last night’s Fringe finale was GREAT, and boy do I want those two to get together. Normally I’m okay if two characters never get together, but I want those two to end up together.
A pigeon on my roof. That’s what I get. No woodpeckers, no titmice, no bluebirds. Actually, maybe more interesting birds stop by for all I know.