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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Housekeeping

More rain last night, and Squirrely was up before dawn, doing repair work. He ripped hanging leaves off the bottom, climbed up, and stuffed them inside; seemed improvident to me, but I've never built a nest. I was just wondering where Squeeze was -- searching out breakfast? or maybe she hadn't actually moved in? -- when Squirrely, having run onto a higher branch and dashed to the big tree nearby, came back and chattered loudly. Up pokes another head from the nest. He charges in -- it's cool to see them go in and out, because they do this fluid, diving move over the rim -- and a second later they're both out, running around the branches. I think he checked out the next tree for berries, found some, and came back and told Squeeze breakfast was served.


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