soiled, soft and wet.

The previous evening's rain led me to think that our abandoned mattress (along with our abandoned easy chair which I failed to mention earlier) would be staring us in the face for many days to come, scalding our hearts with shame, unwanted by all. Oh, but how wrong I was. Somehow, while I was away at work, these unwanted furniture items have disappeared.

A big thank you to the mysterious owner(s) of the hands that lifted these things out of my life.

freedom.

Rather than make any effort to get rid of it, my co-habitant and I simply hauled a stained old mattress to the sidewalk and slapped a "FREE!" sign to it.

They do it to raise 'Zombie Awareness'.

I've got Zombies on the mind these days. I think that I must have gotten too close to the 'Zombie Walk' that passed me by when I was in Edmonton a few weeks ago.

some facts.

So, I've been hanging my hat at a new abode. This abode is shared with a foxy roomie and I have nicknamed the place 'The Lovenasium'. This abode is small, but that's okay. I'm quite pleased with these new living arrangements.

Also you should know that I now work out of doors on certain days. Indoors on others as well. Sometimes I shovel rocks/soil and weed gardens, other times I sell mass quantities of Oprah-approved books. Both noble occupations.

Lastly, The other day I woke up with Falco whispering in my ear asking to be rocked by Amadeus.

That's all the merits mentioning for now.