Hence that first picture (of a hole in the ground).  I swear to you that I almost stepped in it and broke my leg.  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — you people have no idea what I go through to bring you these pictures.

What kind of burrow is that, anyway?  Gopher?  Wolverine?  Badger?  Why do I want so badly for it to be a badger burrow?  Is it because badgers are cool, and I haven’t seen one yet in Virginia?  Is it just the alliteration and consonance of “badger burrow?”  Wouldn’t that make a great name for a roadside bar or restaurant?  I’m rambling again.

Ever get a haircut and come home and take a nap? And then forget that you got a haircut that day when you awake? And then, when you walk into a dark bathroom and see your reflection in the mirror, you think it’s a short-haired intruder?

I SWEAR to you — my first thought was “Who is this #%&*ing shoe salesman?!”

Why did my half-asleep brain go right to “shoe salesman?” It probably says something about me on an unconscious level …