There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well told tale. (Charles de Lint)

This little lizard is living in the bushes in my front yard. I see him quite often, sunning on the garage door. Actually, it amazes me that I still see him sunning on the door. His tail used to be quite a bit longer. I think he was caught by a bird, and just barely managed to escape. He lost his tail, but I image he has an interesting tale to tell his family and friends.

Unlike the lizard, I don't have a tale at all today. I'll try to think of something good for tomorrow.