This evening I went out behind my house, to see the forest. The trees had just begun to change colour, and the creek was seeping along quietly whispering to itself, probably making fun of the river or something. I was hopping along the tops of the rocks, watching the birds twitter. I oh so do wonder what they were twittering about. hopefully not my gutters. But to explain the nastiness of my gutters in 140 characters or less is impossible. I should really see into getting them clean, for I am afraid my house shall either be flooded, or the gutters will simply snap under the weight. Ah well, I guess I should close this entry now, but alas journal entries are without doors. Hope to see you soon Peaches. Bai.