Just wanted to share some inspiration from the late 1960s with y'all. Why wasn't I alive then? Also, why aren't I a hippie? Or a Pocahontas-look-a-like at least? Three very valid questions I am currently pondering whilst sitting in the library. All photos are from here.
Oh, and I walked (or limped like a zombie) outside today without a jacket on. It was a weird feeling, that's for sure. Also, I spent an hour or so searching for adorable animal videos and photos this morning. All I can say is that when I go home, I'm giving Mu the hug of her life. I'm so glad I have a furry little friend I can smother. Although stuffed animals usually suffice, it's cool to be able to annoy a dog with too much love.