The harvest moon beckoned. Squirrel Girl could not resist. She threw on a sweater, which was not quite polyester and not quite wool, but a blend of wool and polyester. Her life was like the sweater that was a blend of this and that, and
The COVID pandemic still lingered, but cafes and wineries started opening, and friends slowly began to come out of their hideaways in search of friends they had neglected. Happily, Squirrel Girl’s friend Hyacinth asked to see Squirrel Girl at a winery. Since the seating was
The wind whispered, “Regret not, for regret means to regret what is no more, and when it is no more, there is only longing …” What did Wind try to convey? Was there something Squirrel Girl needed to do? Coronavirus hung around. Yet, Squirrel Girl
Slowly, the COVID lockdown eased. Few restaurants allowed outdoor seatings. Squirrel Girl welcomed the change for she was ready to pull all her fur out due to stress from the lockdown. Technically, there were no bars that enclosed her, but she felt like she was