Ester's Feathers

All the leaves on the trees are falling...

Which means I'll soon have a sizeable dump of them to rake up, but nevermind. It's bedding for the worm bin. Which reminds me, I need to check up on the worms. Everytime I open it up to put some food in, it's a scene from Hitchcock's The Chickens.

I had a nice, unremarkable weekend. I think the most noteworthy aspect of all weekends is the absence of news, which is pretty much just bad anymore, anyway. Granted, I'm not a talking head junkie who has to hear every breathless utterance: I don't have a tv, and only listen to NPR: but still. I get my This American Life fix, and a couple other shows and then click: off. I actually enjoy the sound of silence now. When I was younger I couldn't stand it: I had to have some kind of audio wallpaper going on at all times. The only downside to silence is you can hear other people's noise that much better. Don't make me come over there.....