Just before the snow comes, I’ve become obsessed with removing the small trees from my rain gutters, and I blame the catalog that came in the mail back in July which featured the gutter rake, because once I finally got around to using that mofo, my gutters are like babbling brooks of happiness. Or at least they will be when I get that big clump out of the corner. There should have been a downspout there, I swear.
It was also Tom Waits’ birthday yesterday, and I wanted to somehow tie this strip into Diamonds and Gold from Rain Dogs. I did not succeed, you don’t have to tell me.