My intent was to write a genuine entry today. However, the world is conspiring otherwise. I'll try again tomorrow. In the meantime, this from my Facebook (October 19th):

For a long time now, since at least the summer of 2012, I've been the animal in the trap that's willing to gnaw its own leg off to be free. That's my "spirit animal." The beast in the steel-jaw trap, very aware that I can get by with only three legs.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast