I was driving home tonight in the cool dark with my car windows rolled down and heard Bob Dylan’s ‘lay lady lay’ come on the stereo. 
It was like the third or fourth really good song in a row but it was really perfect. The unusually cool night air, the lopsided, orangey moon and the good music all seemed to go together perfectly. It felt good to be alive. Here’s a picture of my friend, Crandall. I needed a subject. My back is hurting again so I’m going to sleep now. I have a big day tomorrow.
In case anyone’s interested, I crocheted Crandall for Chris. One of these days I’m going to get around to making more crochet animals. I was trying to explain to someone what Crandall is, how he’s not a dinosaur or a dog or anything like that, just a little guy who’s an animal. On one hand he has a snout, on the other hand he wears a sweater and little pants.