Put your boots on, do they fit you comfortably?
I forgot to bring my camera when I left the house to walk around the block this evening, but I saw a white hibiscus growing through a hedge and bees clustered around some brilliantly Halloweenish orange flowers. I have not had my head in the sand despite being under quite a lot of rocks this month, but I am still demoralized that an international friend's postcard could not reach me because of the intimidation theater of the tariffs. Nor am I thrilled that last week I had an unexpectedly bizarre interaction with a medical professional about Tylenol. I am much more cheered by the existence of ghost ponds and the renascent fern, not to mention the eleven-million-year-old asteroid no one knows yet where it hit. The Draconids peak on the eve of my birthday this year. Last week was still too many doctors, but I have hopes of fewer in the week to come. At least I managed for the first time on this new regimen to write about a film.

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Godspeed your boots and you in them.
*hugs*
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The general duration of the shower is supposed to be October 6–10, but I think we should try to find some darkness on the night of the 5th and see what there is to see. The radiant is exactly where you would imagine it to be.
Godspeed your boots and you in them.
*hugs*