Man’s Best Friend: Love the One You’re With
I find myself these past few days hungry for any diversion that lets me leave “this mortal coil” and pretend to be some place and some time other than the one Fate or Providence has provided. And this jumping spider, when he moved briskly from the upper right corner of the window as a pulled down the top sash, was a convenient companion. He greets me every morning now for a month. I had no idea they lived so long or were so territorial. Thanks, Spidey, for the chat. I needed that.