Photo of a squirrel that used to climb in the kitchen window and steal my toast out of the toaster in the morning. My gf named her "Mrs. Itchy." She had a litter of babies that year, and I was trying to figure out how many babies she had. If you look carefully, you can see 4 little nipples in the picture, and when she stood upright, I counted 11. I'm not sure why the odd number. But if she were capable of producing enough milk, she could feed 11 at once. I never did find out how many she started with, but months later, I only saw 3 or 4 new squirrels.
I was so sick yesterday that I barfed while riding my bike. I felt it coming up, leaned my head to the side, and sprayed a stream of vomit over a low concrete barrier and into the Bay about 5 feet away. I could see from the way the sunlight caught the brown droplets that it was mostly coffee. I barely slept at all last night. Thankfully, to relieve the boredom I had an audio book recording of a cheesy Stephen King novel that I listened to with my earbuds.