days on

Day seven wrote me an exam and I wrote it one back.  An exam is certainly not a love letter, that's about the only thing I learned.

Day eight is today.  I went for a walk to the dog park and the ocean and found clippings from evergreens on people's curbs and brought them home and put them in a giant jar.  I almost stole someone's perfectly round poofball of a pomeranian and I accepted a chewed on stick as a gift from a very small girl.