Last Day of Summer

Source of photo: Dreamstime

Note to the reader: I wrote this late last summer. My husband, who hates winter above all other things, asked me to “save it until the middle of winter, when I really need to remember this day”. Tomorrow, my neck of the woods is expecting record-breaking wind chills. I figured this was as good a time as any to post this… Stay warm, my friends…

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I am continuously, perpetually tired so unless it has to be done, getting me to do anything, ever, requires an all-out effort on the part of my loved ones. Mine is an old soul, prone to long bouts of sitting and thinking, or sitting and writing, or sitting and reading or sitting and knitting.

My husband is – and always will be – a perpetual puppy. In his opinion, sitting still is akin to being forced into a Medieval torture chamber.

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The Difference Between Cats and Dogs

It hit us both at almost exactly the same time, with precisely the force of a Mack truck. A truly terrible bout of stomach flu, with fever, chills and painful body aches thrown in for good measure. I will spare you the unpleasant details; suffice it to say that neither of us have been that sick in years. Four days later and we are just beginning to come around. 

About Doggies

I have never been a dog person.