Walking home, I saw this older guy all crumpled up in the middle of the sidewalk. It didn't look intentional, so I called for help and these guys showed up first. (I waited to make sure that no one messed with him, including the first responders.) Luckily they were able to get him on his feet.

A "ghost bike." Someone never made it home.

Harold the Snail went on a field trip! Had to keep an eye on him while cleaning out his little house and changing his substrate. Usually he's sleeping, but today he got curious...
#haroldthesnail

Hanging out at the NY Antiquarian Book Fair... nothing political happening here...

Harold the Snail enjoying dinner...

So, I spent some time this afternoon reading through Howard Zinn's A People's History of the United States. (My coffee "date" with Howard Zinn remains one of the highlights of, not just my career, but my life. But I digress...) In the back of the edition I happen to have is a discussion. 1/3

Am I blue? No, but my latte is. Thanks to a pop of butterfly pea flower powder. Me? I'm too angry to be blue. (No butterflies were harmed in the crafting of this drink.)

As if there wasn't enough going on, here's something else. Save This Life, a pet microchip registry, has suddenly shut its doors. Please check where your dog or cat is registered (of course, you all have microchipped your pets). If it's with Save This Life, you'll want to switch it elsewhere.

A surprise for my current tenant to celebrate her two-week anniversary. Hopefully she doesn't trip over them! (And, yeah, it looks like she left the light on...the sun's not that bright today...lol.)
#Flowers #joyindystopia

That she is...

I can't do much, but I can make sandwiches. Bologna and cheese-ish with my proprietary dill spread on their way to the community fridge...

Orange chicken and rice, all packed up and ready to go. #foodfreedom #foodforthought

Forget the food, I'm checking out this plant instead! #haroldthesnail #goingforthegreen

For two days I've been griping about having to get a "damn tree" for the guest room. Imagine my delight at finding my spirit animal of a tree...

So, having a Manhattan to hang out with my father on the anniversary of his death. (The bartender dusted off the bottle of Canadian Club.) What d'ya know, it's also Thanksgiving. Cheers, Dad.

Or as Axl Rose screamed, "Welcome to the jungle"