this morning when i went jogging the sky was all pink and sunrisey, and it's t-shirt warm out. while i was out i saw a family of deer, and an eagle hunting, and altogether it was a very field and stream morning.
i've had a sore throat all week and now it is turning into a cold, and i'm very bummed. i'll probably spend thanksgiving in a nyquil coma, not that that sounds like a bad option right now. my voice is all squeaky squeaky. is it wrong that i sort of like being squeaky?
in town gossip...mr. nice construction guy brought us some news. one of the big inns on cottage street that went under was sold at auction to the people who own geddy's. i'll have to wheedle him for more information later, we can't figure out what they're going to do with that huge building. i know he has to come in because his atm card is lost. never underestimate the manipulative power of your banker.