Update

As much as I love the name Jezebel.  Really really love the name Jezebel, it just wasn’t sticking.

The rats are officially named: Dinah (Dee-nah) and Ingrid.

Dinah is feisty and protective of Ingrid.  Ingrid is fearful and hides in a corner most of the day.

messes of men

…do I have to tell the story of a thousand rainy days since we first met? I have a big enough umbrella but its always me that ends up getting wet…

I haven’t blogged in a long time.  Mostly because I don’t know what to say about my life.  Its one of those times when words just aren’t what matters.  More like life is just happening. And no matter what I say about it, it will keep happening.  I’d love to be more eloquent about this.  But its not going to happen.

I don’t want to have it all together.

On the other hand, I now share my apartment with not just Candace, but also Dinah and Jezebel.  They are baby rats.  And they are very fearful.

I did laundry today and I have the bruises to prove it.

Upgrades

I’m sitting in a fig tree and I’m running out of time before the figs go bad.  But just because I’m sitting in a fig tree doesn’t mean its fig season or that I really want a fig.  Maybe I just wanted to sit in a tree.

The Bell Jar