Shaken and Stirred

Moving just takes your whole life and shakes it up like a Etch-A-Sketch in an earthquake. When your done, you can kind of see where the old lines were, but they're so messed up you have to spend a ton of time redrawing everything.

For instance, I can't find the cord to get the HUNDREDS of photos I've taken off my camera. The new place will be an endless supply of Ansel Adams kind of material. But, with out that damn cord, I'm toast right now.

So, to tide you over, I offer an older picture of Mikey, The Coyote Dog.

He's a killer, don't you think?