happy birthday, son!

our wee finnegan.
growing up so big and strong.
what a fine fellow....

friday morning.

rip out nostril hairs.
oh, the nonsense of it all.
chuckles all the way....

shaky spooks.

cobwebs in my head.
dead spiders on my fingers.
please wake up, woodchuck....

just down the way....

blog off.

taking a week off.
damn all them consequences.
it'll be alright....