12 mile route march for Twiggy today. She had the last laugh, skipping fresh as a daisy to the very end. A perfect autumn day in the forests and by the lakes and we didn’t see a soul for three hours. But why does she always jump tummy deep into a bog in the last half mile?

Pressing on with N. Donald Fagan again. I’m assuming when you said lame @brianN you were referring to @hunnybunny‘s knee. This music is as unlame as it comes. Lame=Coldplay. ‘Nuff said.

Sigh.

No L in the SD catalogue so I’m skipping to M for this banger

Didn’t even know I had a Mooncake trophy, @brianN. You are welcome to it.

Not me, as of now.

Is there gas in the car? Yes there’s gas in the car. Time for |K.

Hmm, looks like the mowing season may be drawing to a close here. October in 2 minutes time, heating on for the first time, Twiggy going for her evening walk in the dark looking like she’s going to a rave in her flashing collar. And…believe it or not, Christmas produce in the supermarket. Arrrggghhhh!  That makes me snarky. Bah humbug.

Looks like I’m committed now so I’ll keep going with J.