Some years end with a spectacular sunset; some with grey clouds; some, like today, with some hazy yellow shafts of light, and a lot of dark sky. In front of it sways an empty humming bird feeder ...
2025 was a year that was mostly deep grey: not in personal terms, but starting with the LA fires, and then going on, and on, and on from one political outrage to another. I wish everyone a far far better year than the one that's just crawling out of the door.
Gramsci, however, may have the right approach: he's trying to sleep until at least the mid-terms.
This is perhaps the cutest and oddest sleeping position ever. Funny boy, Gramsci! Happy New Year, everyone!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year! Darling Grams has no idea - absolutely no idea - how ridiculous he looks ...
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