A box of cereal is $11.35. Just a plain old box of a healthy, multigrain cereal. Nothing fancy. $11.35. I know what I'm asking for for Christmas...

Sigh. If I was in a real town, I'd be getting a free comic book and watching Wolverine: Origins today.

But no. I am not in a real town. And I can't justify flying out to a real town until these new meds have had a chance to work and the Dr. wants to see me again. Maybe in two or three weeks. Sigh, again.

So, if you're out there and can get to a comic book store or a theater today, I say go! Enjoy that opportunity. Get your geek on and some free stuff too! And think of me in the land of ice and snow... which this week is mostly slush and mud. It was 25 degrees this week! Unreal. Last week everything was still frozen.

Found this on my doorstep this morning. It appears to be a caribou leg. All the tracks around it are mine, so I don't know if a person put it there, or a dog dragged it over, or it just fell from the sky at some point in the night.



Perhaps it's some sort of threat from a tundra-based mafia? (tonight, you sleep with the caribou) I have to say that the thought of it falling from the sky, dropped by who knows what, seems the creepiest option at the moment.

I had a weird dream about being given this little guy:



He was a little doll that was part Spooky from I Feel Sick, and part all the chibi Rorschach's I've seen over the last few days. He could talk, but not aloud, though I didn't realize that no one else could hear him. I carried him around in my hood. He had something he wanted me to do, but I can't remember what it was, only that I didn't think I wanted to do it. He was disappointed and told me I wasn't ready yet. While I was arguing with him that just because I wouldn't do it didn't mean I couldn't, my sister leaned in and informed me that she was going to make me a hat out of aluminum foil. She seemed a bit sarcastic, but I remember being cheerful about the idea.


In less cheerful news, there was another suicide in town this weekend. It was a man in his early 20s again. I knew his parents, so it's pretty sad.

I was at the bank today, and a guy came in with a walrus skull. Tusks and all. It looked so old and weathered that my first thought was that it might be a smilodon. They still find mammoth parts up here every now and then, so why not a smilodon? But when he moved his arm, I could tell it was a walrus. Crusty as it looked, I was surprised they let him carry it into the bank. Of course, this is the bank where there was a sign on the door reminding sno-mobiling patrons to remove their ski-masks before entering.

This was a wild week. I called in sick yesterday when my stomach hurt so bad. I don't know what that was about, but it's gone now. And my kids were completely off the charts in crazy behavior. All week long. It was unreal. We looked all over for a calendar with moon phases to see if it was a full moon, and it wasn't. Maybe it was the change in barometer. The weather went from appalling to unreasonably good and now we're back to nasty.