December 8th, 2005


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Slow as molasses. Etherial, crawling, oozing.

I'm lost here. It's dark. Maybe I have my eyes closed, because I don't like what I see when I open them.

Everyone says it's not wrong to hope and dream, but when the dreams don't come and the hope burns to ash, all that you're left with is an empty vase.

If I close my eyes, I can dream.

I don't see the hope burning.

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I let Sadie outside this morning for her usual potty break.

Apparently it was warm/dry enough yesterday that some of the snow melted/sublimated/went away, and the yard is full of bunny poop.

Yessir, we gots bunnies.

It makes a lot of sense. There's a lot of stuff in the yard like piles of wood, the shed, the trailer, all of which create these small cavelike shelters. Plus the jungle grass in the backyard was long enough that I think they could probably make tunnels if they wanted to, and some of it is probably still edible.

Sadie loves bunnies. They're her favorite, even more than squirrels. She loves to snuffle them out and chase them, though she's never actually caught one in her life. And the bunnies are a lot faster than she is, so I don't think they have anything to worry about.

I wonder if I should feed them, or if that's just asking for trouble.