Today the Great Autumn Clusterfuck of 2010 2.6.1 dissipated into a handful of annoyances, huge sighs of relief and a feeling of frustration that our regularly scheduled life programming should just start up right away.

So I napped. And drank. And made killer split pea soup with toasted balsamic, ham and aged cheddar sammies. Oh, yes, I did. And they were good.

As countless ‘experts’ can tell you, in the calm after even very minor trauma everything about you can just shut down. This is convenient, as it explains my inability to string together words into coherent thought.

And as such, I give you… puppies!

biko is very concerned most of the time. even with tail awaggin'.

biko is very concerned most of the time. even with tail awaggin'.

but he has reason to be. he does not wish to burn you with his lasers.

but he has reason to be. he does not wish to burn you with his lasers.

he does, however, have the best (& blurriest) of doggy smiles.

he does, however, have the best (& blurriest) of doggy smiles.

sheriff kiba keeps everyone in line with her soulful eyes and meaningful glances.

sheriff kiba keeps everyone in line with her soulful eyes and meaningful glances.

she's a very good sheriff. even if she can't always keep her tongue in line.

she's a very good sheriff. even if she can't always keep her tongue in line.

and she snuggles with the best of us. aaand a monkey.

and she snuggles with the best of us. aaand a monkey.

and then there's my sammy. he's very fierce.

and then there's my sammy. he's very fierce.

no, really. the fiercest. FIEEEEERRRRCE.

no, really. the fiercest. FIEEEEERRRRCE.

just the fiercest beardog there is. LOOK AT THAT FACE.

just the fiercest beardog there is. LOOK AT THAT FACE.