In which life trifles with me

 

In that way that life has.  The day did not get off to a good start.  I paid bills.  Ewww.  So then I had all these things to post.  My all-Hampshire-weather-purposes hurtling coat has stupid pockets that you can't quite get a normal sized envelope into, let alone several.  But since I don't walk anywhere without hellhounds if I can help it—that two-hour minimum daily hurtling requirement significantly curtails my desire to go out for any additional strolls—this means I take them with me...