It's my sister's birthday today. I failed to mention that earlier. I text her this morning and got the usual one word response (Spanks!!). But that's okay. I'll love her anyway. ;) The informal autumn birthday party for the lot of us is on Sunday. We will be celebrating with finger foods and rockets.
I finally finished organizing my book collection. It looks stunning now, but I don't know that color is an effective organizational scheme. At least not for anyone who is not familiar with the nuances of my personal library. I organized my DVDs as well. Also, probably not particularly helpful for anyone other than me.
Other than that, nothing of note has happened. I watched Persepolis and took a bath. Super unimpressive. No mountains, no adventures.
...Did I tell you there was a flag in my sitting-spot on Squaw Peak last night? A big ass American flag. ('Merica!) It scared the holy crap out of me, and I damn near toppled off the mountain. We hiked up by the light of the full moon, and I was staring out at said moon (in a dangerously distracted way) while simultaneously running/climbing up the rock formations to the peak. The next thing I know, I'm smacked in the face by a flag in the dark. It was...deeply unsettling.
Deeply.
Unsettling.
It continued to terrorize me for the remainder of my time up there. More than once I lost my shit, thinking it was a person running straight at me in the dark. Luckily, Emily had similar issues. Apparently there is something inherently menacing about flags in the darkness.
All my love.
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