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Today is a bit rainy, and the smell of petrichor soothes me. A tree here or there has changed leaf colors. I much prefer this half of the year to the warmer months, not only because I can curl up with a cup of cocoa and a blanket, but also because when I do decide to go outside I don't bake to death. Something about the colder air and the wetness makes me feel more pensive; I like to wait until Winter, then chew a few sticks of peppermint gum and breathe in the absolute cold freshness... or is it fresh coldness? I digress.

My brother-in-law went "bear hunting" yesterday. Well, he came back with zero bears and a big ol' squirrel tail; apparently there was a whole squirrel as well, which he asked me if I wanted to try. I said "yes," but it seems he hasn't cooked it yet. He ended up having to drive someone up to the hospital instead.

My sister asked me if I liked fishing. I like to drink and stand around doing nothing, à la Hank Hill, but killing things has never been my forte. I accidentally stepped on a slug that sat on my porch, I think that's enough killing for a while. Flies, they don't count; their whole wretched race can be done away with for all I care. This does remind me though, that I need to play some of those DreamCast fishing games. I might get an adaptor so I can play them on my computer.