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This handsome little guy popped out of the leaves I was shoving about while taking an axe to some of the weed-trees that had sprung up near our garage. I lured the dog back inside before getting back to work, as I wasn't keen on the idea of cleaning up frog-bits if she got around to noticing him. (She was out there long enough to snuffle in a fair amount of dirt, which resulted in the usual dog-sounding-like-she's-on-the-verge-of-an-asthma-attack distress later in the evening. Daft beast.)

It's spitting down cold rain, and the The Sound of Music live thingie should be on the tube in a few (aka acres of work be damned, AUDRA MCDONALD Y'ALL), so I wasn't planning to go out anyway. Having to clean up the bathtub with a Dustbuster merely verily'd the yay of this plan. I did rush around earlier to deal with deposits, recycling, restocking, and other mayhem, and the stops at the Nashville Farmer's Market. Wild & Local was out of oysters, but I also stopped at Shreeji's, where I was amused at the packets of "Chilly Powder" and picked up a tub of labneh (which was so, so good with the leftover chicken molé and kale...).

Those are some beautifully lit nuns on the screen. (Hmm, that needs to be rephrased. But time to watch and listen...)