1-2-3 Hockey: 25 of 45
Today was a weirdly normal day. Pookie was back at work during a break in her jury duty, and Schnookie’s work has, after a few very tumultuous months, settled back into its usual pace. So it was same-old, same-old days in the office, but with that little frisson of the "it’s definitely fall, but there isn’t hockey yet" feeling. And then there was a humongous thunderstorm in the late afternoon, with spooky lightning and torrential rain. And when Schnookie got to her car in the parking lot after the storm, this dead bug was lying in the middle of her windshield.