August

Today I got a call from an 88 year old lady. "SBG," she said, "We talked last Thursday and you said you were going to call me back because we didn't have time to handle business that late in the day."

I had no recall of this conversation. Schooled by an octogenarian! My memory is just shot and I don't like it. It's a side effect of the new work system; I used to be able to recall very specific details weeks after they happened. :/

Anyway, speaking of the elusiveness of memory and time, August is done.


^Nothing says autumn like a clutter of spiders spinning webs.


^Lots of snails this year.


^Peach upside down cake, mmmm.


^This guy was cool, but before I could get a proper shot he took off on me.


^Let's have a nap, I said. to which he took to mean "let's lick SBG's face all over".

I think my hormone headaches are back. Wanh-wanh!