Puparazzi

They hate the camera, these two big boyfriends of mine. It's only through trickery or when they're half comatose that I can manage it. Old, grey, stiff, arthritic but so loveable and stinky...sums them up. I can always count on the weather to suck when I have them for a few days. They go home in an hour or so. Sigh.

Quite a bit of necessary yard stuff got done yesterday...summery things stowed, frost-burnt things cut back and bagged. Most leaves are still on the trees.

Watched "Oblivion" last night. Hmm, a single self-righteous, Scientology brainwashed Tom Cruise is plenty for me, thank you very much.