I’m still too tired for sustained coherence of any kind, so instead here are three things I did in September but never got around to writing about:

1) I shooed a preternaturally aggressive chipmunk away from a bag of trail mix while camping at Mount Rainier (later I saw what I'm sure was the same chipmunk running up the middle of a paved road in the company of his chipmunk lady friend).

2) I bought a pair of black cowboy boots at a thrift store so I could go to a Western-themed party as a non-bald, non-murderously rampaging, mini-skirt-wearin’ version of Yul Brynner’s Robot Gunslinger in Westworld.

3) I resisted the urge to tell anyone about an odd little thing I did, mostly because in a world packed with information I wanted a piece that was just mine.