Kirk blAug

This morning while running I came upon a tree where a couple of squirrels were apparently having a tiff over some sort of property. I imagine that the one whose hindquarters was stuck in the air left his stash of acorns to go for his own morning run. Upon return from his run, there was a stranger claiming his gatherings. That is when the fight broke out. The adversary, an innocent ticket taker at the local scamper-in theatre who just happened on the stash, thought he might help himself to an acorn or two. After all, here was a pile of acorns with no one around to claim them. It was certainly a pile that was intentionally placed by another squirrel, but where was that squirrel now? For all he knew the squirrel that left these could be dead. If that is the case, unfortunate though it may be, it would be a shame for all these acorns to go to waste. Besides, it is not as if the theatre pays its ticket takers anything that could be considered a living wage. His family could use the go

We live on a fairly busy street. Lots of cars drive by our house in the morning commute. There is a 'T' intersection that stops just outside the picture window to our living room. There are also a lot of people running or walking their dogs down the street as well. We have shades for the picture window. We keep them up all the time because they are broken due to our dogs inability to contain their excitement for new mail, new packages, and the sexy dogs of the neighborhood who are walking their humans. This despite the fact that they do not get any mail and the neighbor dogs are seemingly not interested. We could replace them, but the excitement of the dogs would not end there. I know that the commuters, particularly the ones who stop at the 'T', can see me sitting here most mornings in my boxers if they are lucky (less if they are not) reading books on my book reading technology while waiting for others in my family to wake up. Then I have to wonder what the reacti