Strange Days :: Two Hundred Sixty Seven

Happy Fall! For our last night of summer we paid a visit to the hallowed halls of suburban commerce, stalking the aisles in pursuit of consumer meditation. All the signs of the new season were upon us, and we immersed our eager senses in the banquet that lay before us... fall scented candles, autumn lighting, heaped masses of confections, skeletal anything and everything. Pumpkin anything and everything. It was a kind of bliss, absurd, yet sublime. Mindless, yet utterly engaging. And for your information, glue sticks are 70% off.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

(This may be the first in a series, which I can't think of a title for, yet, but pertains to us desperately trying to adjust to Max's absence, feeling sad, and counting the days until the weekend.)

Then I Googled "quotes about dogs." You're welcome...

“Every dog has his day, unless he loses his tail, then he has a weak-end.”
—June Carter Cash

“I care not for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.”
—Abraham Lincoln

"A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.”
—Jack London

“If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.”
—Harry S. Truman

And this favorite...

“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.”
—Groucho Marx