Found another (very similar) small dead possum under the kitchen table today when I got home. The mouth that blood-splatteringly crushed the life out of it is licking my arm as I'm typing, which makes me relieved I'll be taking a shower soon. Judging from some of the reactions I got from people today, I may not be the only one grateful. Hopefully the third flea of the year I found on Louie, who I treated with Advantage yesterday, came from this disreputable source.

Did the Farmer's Market, Wheatsville Co-op, Permaculture Winter Series presentation circuit again today. One of the pears got a little beaten, and the organic corn flakes I got sprung a hole, but overall a successful scooter trip. The Winter Series presentation was on intentional communities, co-housing, and co-ops.

The side-to-side waggling on the scooter has been rearing it's head again recently. It's not something loose like it was earlier, more like something mis-aligned or bent.