RavenOnTheNethervoid

it's been a year. broken heart.
five years tomorrow without a 'residence'.
a year without my home.

not many humans like me. some humans (baselessly) hate me. most of my friends are (non-human) animals. feathered ones and furred ones; land, sea, and air ones. dynamic, individual, lovely (non-human animal) friends. . . .

would it be too much to ask the grim f'n reaper to lay off decent folk, at least for a while?

Apparently there are character limits.

vehicle needs repair

r.i.p.
{six month mensiversary}

[wifi access has taken a hit, lately. apologies for any lateness with response. sometimes I'm able to have a post / comment / whatever at the ready (in response to something ive had the chance to read; pre-typed and saved, waiting for a moment of free interwebz). because it's canned, it might not accurately reflect inclusion of any contributions between when i had read it & when im posting. so, apologies for that, as well. hopefully i get around to replies and yellow thumbs and whathavewe. eventually. hopefully, reasonably soon. take care out there. ~peace.]

word from the orange zone.
wear the damned masks.

really miss my love

could use some assists with how to navigate pandemic closures in l.e.-heavy suburbia -- overnight hours are nearly impossible for restrooms. dehydration is not fun, typically follows lack of proper place to set the water free. looking out for a relative & myself.

hoping to find a few misplaced friends
maybe discover a few new.