I was sitting in my car, watching Frasier on my phone (the episode where Roz meets Alice’s grandparents), and cooling off from a long day in the sun. I happened to look up, and through my dirty windshield I saw a smudge that seemed to keep turning. I quickly deduced that it was not a spot of dirt, but an owl on the roof of the adjacent nail salon. What luck! I snapped this photo before skipping ahead to the episode where Frasier dates Jean-Luc Picard.
I haven’t posted in a while, so until I can sink into a good update, I offer you this brief thought:
The stories we choose not to tell say as much as the stories that we do.
Sorry, Solo. You are the tale we never needed.
Sometimes I don’t know why I’m single. Enter Symone:
Symone is no longer speaking to me. My search continues.