Typhoid Mary should have known when to quit.

Sunday would normally bring a Body Preservation post, but the closest I got to food – on this highly contagious day – was driving to Papa Murphy’s, then carrying plastic wrapped pizzas into the house.

I did go for a lovely autumn Twilight Walk this evening, but creating a video requires a couple of trips and some serious time playing with Windows Live Movie Maker.

That, too, is beyond my feeble abilities tonight.

I’ll share a couple of incorrectly oriented, but decent shots to satisfy the draconian NaBloPoMo gods:

And now I’m going to go eat pizza, help finish the laundry and watch trashy TV.