I'm not trying to be deep or mysterious. I just truly don't feel the bloggy love tonight, and can't seem to write anything. Well, unless you count that.
I wrote that, set the post to publish, and then took Mr. J. out for his nighttime pee. Directly in front of the door we almost tripped over this:
A while back, people got me nervous about toads making dogs sick. I still don't know if that is true, but I didn't want to take any chances, what with Mr. J. being so small and this guy being quite large. I picked him up and put him in the foliage nearby, but he was not having it. He came right back and tried to get in the door.
He was quite persistent.
He's nowhere near the shelter I built for a toad, but all summer long I've been waiting for my prince a toad to arrive, and maybe he's here. I didn't kiss him, though, so we may never know what could have been.